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MarmaladeSkies
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- Sat Jun 12 2010 at 02:37:16 (14.8 years ago )
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- 5 (Crafter) / 1980
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- 62
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- "All these years," he said, "I've been opening the window and making love to the world."
- 3 a.m and perched on a fence off the John Lodge Freeway, alternately kissing and watching firemen battle a cityscape ablaze
- a cunning poem inserted between the ribs
- A cute lady mechanic who fixed his engine and damn near broke his heart
- a pinprick in the floor of heaven
- A Walk in the Fluorescent Neon Pogo Fields
- and me warm in the window, watching Brooklyn fall asleep under snow
- As long as there are girls left to dance with this world is worth saving
- As nuclear explosions ravage New York City, the apartment block residents rush downstairs to escape the building, only to be forced into the basement by further explosions.
- At night, when we walked by the wall, the world seemed to fall down before us - the whole, far-off, dirty world.
- Countries with rivers that drain into three oceans
- Crazier'n a buck with tickwood fever
- going for a walk in the suburbs
- Grocery store parking lot afterhours (place)
- His smartphone lay in the road, its screen locked with music still playing through the earbuds.
- holed up in the old cannery, i keep finding fingers in my dreams
- human blood as anti-freeze?
- I might have expected that the mushrooms would worship you
- I sold a house with a ghost in it
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- I will marry only he who defeats me in Scrabble
- I worked at the mall in the 80s. There was a cult that used to recruit out on the front steps.
- If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.
- If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. Or anyway I might get arrested.
- Imagine how the world would be if only wrecking balls could destroy flowers
- In California everyone has a sports car
- In the 20th century economics became a philosophy of life
- In the city, silence is no longer silence but the memory of a noise
- In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
- In their millions the frog songs seemed to have a beat and a cadence.
- infinity isn't anything until you are among the stars searching for something you lost
- It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
- Kill the lights in the middle of the road
- Most Americans have never tasted real cinnamon
- please keep your feelings inside the vehicle at all times
- Put an unmonitored piano in a public place. It's the only real magic that exists.
- Ruth holding up time with her beauty
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- she looks smilingly towards the future
- She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
- smiling in photographs was a concept introduced by Kodak
- snowmobile ride always worth the ice weasels
- Somebody has to live in the past. The future's too crowded already.
- Spandex: it's a privilege, not a right
- Suburbs of Insomnia
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- The 80s ended in 1995
- the best friends are the ones we'll meet tomorrow
- The frozen north will hatch a flightless bird
- The houses there are nice, although the mosquitoes will eat you alive.
- the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
- The mediator between the hands and the head must be the heart
- The monster stares back at me. I'm still young enough to believe that, with the right shoes, I can outrun it.
- the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
- The papier-mâché dinosaur in her mother's toolshed, and its fateful escape
- The smell of kittens that have been careless; the flowers and the beer cans emerging from the snow.
- The strangeness of seeing another car on a late night back road
- The streets were washed fresh with rain and a warm wind blew as I showed up to everything just barely on time.
- There's something about a church that just gives you the need to giggle
- This book was stolen from the Harvard College Library. It was later recovered. The thief was sentenced to two years at hard labor.
- This place functions like an electrical outlet installed in 1969
- we lived entire summers after midnight
- We rode around the town late in the evening counting the streetlights to be sure all were burning
- Whoa, Big Gulps huh? Welp, see ya later
- You are groovy. No, I mean it. Ask a fish. Ask the moon.
- You hold water for those you love