the threat of impending loss. without it.. i wouldn't look twice at trees, or the grass, or the rainstorm, or the Robin tree. the whoosh of his face, whisking by of bliss, in a second after my fingers closed on it's pipe-cleaner tail. my little fascist thoughts:
extremism turning down sentences over a period of time
i can't lose him- i don't even have him. the threat of impending loss doesn't apply to us.
- Liza Cain
- east of eden
- the only strand of communication between brother, sister, companion, lover, hater, observer is a two line telegram.
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i've seen that before, during an andrew bird phase.
also, supremely attractive man, except for a certain beaverish flash in his teeth.
i'm not sure how you can have an andrew bird -phase-. maybe it's just me cause i'm a violinist but i loved him when i first heard this song in february.
amazing. i try so hard to find good writing in the online blogging world.. and this is the only luck i've had. [as of yet]
so i'm nearly drooling over every piece of literary art you've written, if you don't mind. :)
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