Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Here at home. I must not be a writer, because a writer would take more care. Here at home, writing. In the same room I learned fear. In the same room I first cried. In the same room I wrote empty promises. In the same room I, stories, born. I love this room. It is […]

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My life is perfect. –imperfections included, this little ball of blossoms tick-ticking away in little floats and little blossoms from the sweetest little trees of Spring are nothing more than my same little seconds floating away; blossoms tick-ticked off, and blossoms gone. My life is so, so perfect. *     *     * An […]

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§893 · March 16, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · 1 comment · Tags: , ,