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really suck at ipernity! my favorite contacts i have to look up myself, cause they re never featured on my update page and then i discover all the uploads i ve missed! please fix that, team ipernity!
tootsie roll
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May 3, 2010
i went back to the liquor store where he first took me to feed me tootsie rolls. i asked him if he still ate tootsie roll lollie pops and he said, of course! oh and that made me burst out that i hadn t had them in five whole years. and that i m pregnant, i added, a little too loud so that heads were turning. if it had still been a secret, it was out now, all over town. then i took the shopping cart with my cat in it and ran to meet my love up the road. i was running, heart beating in my throat,…
ghost baby
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April 17, 2010
we had been filming a movie. though i was more of a spectator of this creation but breathing in all of the limelight activity, the fireflies getting caught among the dust. there was one particular star personality to whom i was drawn and my fingers were itching to take her picture but i couldn t, i didn t want to intrude. failing of course to remember that stars love the limelight, so she waved over to me, posing, pushing forward her best side, smiling, saying, oh please take my picture. so i di…
finger play
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April 12, 2010
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my mother once told me the right man for me is one whom i could not wrap around my finger so i stayed with a man who had me under his thumb what i would tell my daughter be with someone with whom you can hold hands
lightness of being in photographs
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February 7, 2010
looking through old self portraits i feel so much lighter. the heaviness of being has fallen from me. how much does a memory weigh? it must be immeasurable. gravity does not hold it here. it s something else. you like balloons, she said. i guess, i replied, unsure. but it s true. it s not time that drags you down, it s the place, and where ever you are in the moment, it feels heavy and only where you were and where you might be some day feels as light as helium.
nothing to do but cry
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December 22, 2009
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i hadn t brought my camera. and there you were smiling laughing with your sister. at the table where we had eaten sunday soup. at the time i did not know that it would be the last picture i would be able to take with you and her smiling laughing. but now it was dawning on me. they were all whispering to each other, he is dying, he will not survive this time. i couldn t quite believe it but i knew they were right. though no one told you to your face. and we went on to visit your other sister. s…
23 random things about me...
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August 10, 2009
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Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 23 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 6 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. (To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 23 random things, tag 6 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.) 1. i sang b…
cut
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April 23, 2009
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there's a staircase and the frogs are singing or is it your mother walking through the high grass humming a tune, hunting frogs for the soldiers who have besieged your home, soiled your floors, sleeping in your clean sheets? no, these were the happy days when you could hear them a mile off, her and your favorite sister, picking flowers singing in unison with the frogs and you just lay on your bed, still, listening, daydreaming that these days would never end. but they did and the bombers flew ov…
one night
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February 27, 2009
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i m gonna steal your story, the one you told me stroking my hair and i laughed cause you re funny when you tell stories. one after the other. you said, now it s your turn and i said, no i have none. so you asked, want another one? i mumbled a oui into your skin and another world unfolded. the last one i caught but the opening breath, alors... and faded into dreamland. but i m gonna steal your stories which are no doubt scribbled down in your notebooks somewhere, the treasured chaos you cannot ac…
blue bag
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February 4, 2009
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it's a dream i have. where nothing matters anymore and all comes to me in a horn of plenty. where i just don't care anymore and all arrives. there is a bag i saw in the window. a shop window. it was blue with a leather handle and a buckle to close in front. on display alone on a black velvet background. a desire arose in the onlooker. you want me it said. but i'm just out of reach. you cannot break the window down. you must enter through the glass door with the poster for an event at montmartre…
grow and blossom
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January 30, 2009
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maybe some emotions are just too big to share just between two people. you feel them and share them with the world instead. listening to antony and the johnsons i can understand that the words he tells are too big for the one who inspired them. i spoke with a lady last night who said when we die that's it. but i asked what is this what we share between us? your words wander to my brain. but do they all reach their target? there must be some left over emotions and words that simply float up into…
fine
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January 21, 2009
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how much you wanna say you re fne, you re fine, you re fine. you want to scream it and make it go away. nothing can touch you anymore. there is no drama. whatever happens you re fine. you crawl up the walls and you have fantasies about another life. and you can fulfill your dreams but only if they coincide with your destiny. and maybe that s not it. or maybe it is. but there is no drama, there is no severance. there is no hatred anymore. there are ideas and some become reality and some just don…
in korea
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December 6, 2008
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where you do not kiss where you do not hug where you do not look me in the eyes where women hold hands where one porcelain cheek brushes against another ever so lightly
falling
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November 25, 2008
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i m falling and there is no bottom
on "winter"
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November 19, 2008
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honesty what is it really? this picture, wearing clown powder, hiding my skin, but accentuating the eyes, the emotion that gathers in them. i am always only showing a part of myself. what is most important at this time, or what i want to explore further, deeper. every so often i receive comments that reflect on my emotional well-being. and anyone who knows me in real life knows me laughing. but in my art i explore more often than not the sadness, larger than myself. i choose this part because…
wolf paws
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November 18, 2008
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and the wolf wandered towards her whispering into her ear i won't have a drink with you, you would only use me after he had seen her glancing at the other one still he took her hands, shyly and she didn't withdraw realizing it was the wolf who was terrified of her what is this horror of rejection? it s no visible cut and nothing really changes and yet is like fire walk with me so she took his hand as the door closed and led him through the flames
moonflower
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November 4, 2008
by henri, the builder i simply provided the lego pieces merci! cause a girl does need flowers...
crimson sea
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October 29, 2008
i open my eyes wide to the sea sleeping for hours in a house without walls nor ceiling finally you are awake, she says coffee on the table she leads me onto the terrasse with the stone steps toward the sea look, she says but say no more i see the sea is crimson with a bloodred orange sun though it is not the sun that makes these colors neither is the blood of warriors dolphins! i shout excitedly and here they come, one by one closer and closer they are black skinned creatures ju…
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