A Reflection on a Time...A Reflection on a Time When People WereA Reflection on a Time...
Musical and Armchair Romance Still Meant Something
Sidewalk chalk means as little now as it did when
we chased squirrel talk through busy banquet halls
and too many tuxedo shops that carry pastel blue. Through our
times in mid-west dives and singles bars, we have learned that not
everybody is into the brand of bubble gum and board games, but everybody still
dances like a dreidel when wine or money is involved. We needed
people who could dream in tech- nicolor and wa
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though the thrills of picking, chewing, cat calling, and drunken dancing
are gone and have left
you asking for help in places that are good and wrong, don’t forget
that around every corner, there is
another chance to find the fuck that will show you what love is not
Two Specks in Perpetual MotionTwo Specks in Perpetual MotionTwo Specks in Perpetual Motion
I am not your double parked Cadillac and you are not my garden salad with cherry tomatoes
I am not your second hand smoker’s cough and you are not my habit of self preservation
I am not your tickled pink two weekends a month but you are my Thursday night bout with street lights
I am your last minute excuse to no see your parents and you are my last four beers in the fridge
I am not your ten year high school reunion but you are my jar full of quarters
We used to be each other’s Robinson Crusoe &nb
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I never knew until that moment what it was like to lose something I never really had.
[the wonder years]
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M0thyyku.Jenise.
Sopra la panca, la capra campa,
sotto la panca, la capra crepa.
So, I'm graduating college in about a week and I'm really freaking out about it. I'm trying to apply to Graduate schools and that is really nerve wracking. I'm constantly afraid that no one will let me in. Blah, it sucks, I worry to much, oh well.
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