the holy noise

"That's one good thing about losing your mind. You can hide your own easter eggs."

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Writing a paper at 2 in the morning.

Me:
Since I'm up this late, I might as well work on that GIANT paper that's due on Thursday.
The book my paper is on:
But how can you write a paper about me if you haven't even finished reading me yet?
Me:
I can use quotes from what I HAVE read and then fill in the rest later.
The book my paper is on:
Like when?
Me:
Wednesday night, probably.
The book my paper is on:
Wow. Clearly I am very important to you.
Me:
Hey, I'm working right now!
The book my paper is on:
Actually you appear to be on Tumblr.
Me:
Don't be a smart ass.

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Aches for Home

your hair paints the sky the color of summer

windswept strands, an airbrush whisper

my heart still aches for home

everything is spinning like worn out tires

no airplane wings but we are frequent flyers

to that place where only we exist

and our demons dare not argue with our happiness

one perfect morning in July, I swear

somehow still enjoying the bay air

we were in Paris, living out a new cliché

two star-crossed drifters, our souls in disarray

bare feet in the grass: the feeling of summer

windswept blades, a friend’s kind whisper

I’m not ready to go home

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