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stretchI stretched in the handicapped stall of the bathroom  and thought about the American doctor's comment  on how flexible I was.   
I stretched in the handicapped stall of the bathroom  and I thought about the Indian doctor's side remark  after my answer of my weight.   
 
I sat for a moment.   
I could smell my sweat, my tears, my menstrual blood.   
I wondered what you smelled like after your work out.  I tried to remember what cows and pigs smelled like.   
I sat in the handicapped stall of the bathroom  and compared myself to the pigs and cows,  to the stretch
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yesterdayswe stood outside  by the back door and  didn't say a word but  both thought of yesterday   
the wind blew our hair recklessly  and we watched the clouds as they  twisted into the shape of  a young woman's throat  and the moon  smirked  
down at us as it  set behind the mountains   
she sighed and  i answered,  
agreeing to the  
mutual yearn for days like   
last week,  last month,  last year,   
and we went inside. yesterdays
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from A to Z: ivDecidedly, I am  
disapproving your  disappointment.  Don't get me wrong, I know you are  dedicated but I hate when you  
dictate the things I  disagree with.   
Deliberately, let's change the subject. I wonder if the  discussion of how our better  days are turning into  dark nights are any better.  Does it do any good to say I'm sorry? I  Didn't think so. I'm  determined to keep from  drowning but the question is:   
do you want to keep your foot on my head? from A to Z: iv
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i've got you under my skin
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40 - twenty-one, here I come..

Fri Jul 17, 2009, 8:18 PM
The mystery of a dark and smokey bar will be solved August 2nd.

I turned ten and entered double digits feeling already like my life was gone.
Thirteen started my teen years.
At sixteen, I could get a driving permit if I wanted.
I could vote, smoke, and work at eighteen.
I said goodbye to my teens at twenty and here comes twenty-one:
The age of gambling and drinking.
The final yellow tape to cross through into adulthood.

It's approaching quicker than I realize and unlike any other day, I'm forced to look at my accomplishments in this life so far.

What are they?
Nothing too remarkable.
I'm flighty in friendships and have a job that nails me down and strings me up.

I'm fighting it so hard but it feels like the older I get, the more my creativity dies.

I'm looking at college again. I'm staring it in the face and it's waving at me because it knows it's something I'm unable to conquer. Science degrees are taunting me.

What do I want to be?
I don't ever know.

Twenty-one is coming and I can't make up my mind, let alone feel good to write anymore. All my words are limp. It feels like I no longer have any conviction.

I want to travel and I decide to walk to the mailbox to get the bills. This and the new scratches on my arms from battle at work are my adventures for today.

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  • Mood: Yearning
  • Listening to: The Decemberists - I Was Meant for the Stage
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: water

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  • Current Residence: las vegas
  • Interests: writing, drawing, photography, music
  • Favourite movie: the last unicorn, the princess bride, the notebook, wristcutters, garden state
  • Favourite band or musician: i dare you to ask me
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod
  • Shell of choice: seashells
  • Skin of choice: something warm
  • Personal Quote: just because you are chained to the porch does not mean you can't bark at cars.
  • Tools of the Trade: the bruises on my heart, the death of birds, and the fireworks behind my eyes

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~barking-at-cars:iconbarking-at-cars: 5 days 19 hours ago
cake fries, snake fries, bake a rake in the lake--
I can't do this. I'm too white.

I can probably get some rhymes going on in writing this comment without stopping if I were to try but to actually say things out loud..! I'm too white.

--
talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
~moondrunk:iconmoondrunk: 5 days 16 hours ago
white?
i thought you were dominican

--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
~barking-at-cars:iconbarking-at-cars: 5 days 15 hours ago
did i grow up in vegas or was it michigan?
how long before we met? - was i in medicine?
is my song a beatles song or led zeppelin?
am i freakin' white or dominican?

HURR I'M NOT A SCRUBS FAN AT ALL

--
talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
~moondrunk:iconmoondrunk: 5 days 4 hours ago
....WHAT?!!

--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
~barking-at-cars:iconbarking-at-cars: 4 days 20 hours ago
What! What 'what?'!

--
talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
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