September 2009
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“I was moonwalking on the path over here, but I kept going backward.”
– sitcom
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what if you come back and were a million bucks. what if you ran back to shore with rocks in your sandals just waiting for me to step up, hands clasped, in the flowing white dress that I’d never wear in real life. i’m supposed to be a nun, want to be a nun, dedicated to you, your memory, the tropical flowers and dancing sunlight that I never got to touch. The balmy weather still holds...
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“We are all books of blood. When we’re opened, we’re red.”
– Clive Barker
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“He was alone and young and willful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild...”
– Jon Krakauer
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“And thanks for the memories
Of sunburns at the shore, nights in Singapore
You...”
– Shep Fields
