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I stroll the yard My keen convicted mind Wondering if the fence to freedom Will really deliver 30,000 volts Jimmy A. Lerner

We came into town under cover of night, because we were pretty sure the people here were going to hate us once they really got to know us. In our lives together, which are sweet in the way of rotting things, it is somehow permanently summer THE MOON rose above the trees, older than time greener than money. You hung your head out the window of our dusty lemon-yellow El Camino and howled, and I turned up the radio, because the sound of your voice was already beginning to get to me. The speakers crackled and the music came through: Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Pretty as a midsummer's morn, they call her dawn. Let the love of God come and get is if it wants us so bad. We know were we are going when all of this is done SOME PEOPLE MIGHT SAY that buying a house you've never actually seen close-up is a bad idea, but what does anybody know about our needs, anyhow? For us it was perfect. The peeling paint. The old cellar. The garden in the back. The porch out front. The still air of the living room. The attic. Everywhere entirely unfurnished and doomed to remain largely so, save for our own meager offerings: a cheap sofa, an old mattress, a couple of chairs and some ashtrays. Maybe a table salvaged from some diner gone into bankruptcy, I don't remember. Neither do you. We drank store-brand gin with fresh lime juice out of plastic cups or straight from the bottle and we spread ourselves out face-up on the wooden floors. An aerial view of us might have suggested that we'd been knocked out, but what we were doing was staking our claim. Establishing our territories making good. Not on the vows we'd made but on the ones we'd really meant. You produced a wallet-sized transistor radio out of nowhere and you found a sympathetic station: somebody was playing Howlin' Wolf. Smokestack lightning. O yes, I loved you once. O yes, you loved me more. We entered our new house like a virus entering its host. You following me, me following you. However you like. The windows were high and the walls were thick and sturdy. It was hot as blazes The guts of summer. Always down in the sugar-deep barrel-bottom belly of summer itself. Always. In our shared walk down to the bottom, which bottom we will surely find if only our hearts are brave and our love true enough, we have found that it is somehow invariably and quite permanently summer

Leading cases are the stuff of which the common law is made, and no leading case in the common law is better known than that of Regina v. Dudley and Stephens. It was decided in 1884 by a court in the Royal Courts of Justice in London. In it, two profoundly respectable Seamen, Captain Tom Dudley and Mate Edwin Stephens, lately of the yacht Mignonette were sentenced to death for murder of their shipmate, Ordinary Seaman Richard Parker, after a bench of five judges had ruled that one must not kill one's shipmates in order to eat them, however hungry one might be A.W. Brian Simpson Cannibalism and the Common Law

#tmg #tallahassee #no children #alpha couple

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Children, Broadripple is burning And the girls are getting sick Off huffing glue up in the bathroom While your boyfriends pick up chicks And darling I'm lost I heard you whispering That night in fountain square The trashed filled streets made me wish we were heading home

There was love inside the basement Where that woman used to lie In a sleeping bag we shared upon The floor most every night And darling I'm drunk, And everything that I have loved has turned to stone So pack your bags and come back home

And I'm wasted You can taste it Don't look at me that way, 'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope I will haunt you like a ghost

And if my woman was a fire, She'd burn out before I wake, And be replaced by pints of whiskey, Cigarettes, and outer space Then somebody moves And everything you thought you had will go to shit Well, we've got a lot Don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on airplane where the people looked like eggs And when a woman that you loved was gone, She was bombing East Japan And don't fucking move, 'Cause everything you thought you had will go to shit We've got a lot Don't you dare forget that

And I'm wasted You can taste it Don't look at me that way, 'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope I will haunt you like a ghost

And I'm wasted You can taste it Don't look at me that way, 'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope I will haunt you like a ghost

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remember our nights;

our force that told us

not to say love

because of its permanence

but we still slipped up and said those words

i missed losing sleep with

you

and when it came time to turn the

knife you became a ghost

and granted me the audience

of not being

in the audience.

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blonde girl that made

points with 

that photographs will show you what

you truly look like

in my arms

i need more, i

think because in that time,

i was nothing but not real

and my apology is a meek implant

on your brain; does it still

cross your mind like it crosses

me?  i don’t lose sleep, but

i feel as though i missed something a long

time ago that when you see it,

you can feel yourself drop

and not remember how to

bring things back to the

beautiful way they were.

our coffee, our synchronized step, our idea of being better

never stop reaching the highest you can but i just don’t believe that you can do it

because inside, youre a lot harder on yourself than i

or the people you love, could ever be. 

you made the point of becoming something new as you left, to 

remind me what i was losing. uncolored, and i still dream of your body and

its curves,

edges and something i wanted

so often that when i told myself i could

still feel you in my arms,

i knew you felt a way

to get out and

express it with

the rest of our world.

#allmostsomenone lp palm

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remember our nights;

our force that told us

not to say love

because of its permanence

but we still slipped up and said those words

i missed losing sleep with

you

and when it came time to turn the

knife you became a ghost

and granted me the audience

of not being

in the audience.

#lb colly strings

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I am selfish and a hurricane; destroying, leaving a moment of clarity, and destroying the rest of what i set myself on

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“There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad——”

-KC

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To so many of you and none of you all at once.

#waxahatchee bathtub katiecrutchfield 2012 lofi

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A girl with a stigmata; train tracks up and down her arms. The balcony is where I lost you: never to make the mistake again to fall backwards on my faith, tumbling down three flights of stairs and landing in the fourth circle of hell. I wish you remembered me the way I remembered you but the balcony on that beach is where I lost you. Tell me sooner the next time you plan to crush my ribs when you’re sharing my cigarettes. All that to you in a church by the sea. Made to last but less to be made, four drinks in and I knew you couldn’t love me again.

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كل دقيقة تمر بها هي فرصة أخرى لتحويلها في كل مكان

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move, for movement’s sake. lift your atrophied legs and try to run. scream blasphemy like a satellite into heaven and love the air in your lungs.

hold no mother savior bones in your body and tear away the things that bind you to the life you no longer claim as yours. life your skinny fist like an antennae to heaven. //

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Sing to me again. What was meant to fall apart will lay like mountains beneath the sea. We are mountains still asleep. And in your shortest of breaths, that I’m blessed to be under the same sky as, don’t forget about me. I’ll find myself again, in the back of your Neon, stroking my hair in your lap because I was too high. The high was like hell, but to have her love and affection was happiness because it was so fleeting because it was always the wrong time, wrong place and wrong fucking idea. I always had some of you, but now I have none of you and that began when you married without your veil.

The road seemed to curve in a few different directions. Like Sylvia Plath, I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. But I chose none because of my indecisiveness. I know you know how it feels to make a clean break. You must be happy where you are now. Do you recall the day you wed? Such a radiant bride. You couldn’t wait to be home. Oh, sweet chemical predicament I’ve brought myself into. Instead of choosing from the tree, I leaned down and scooped up a pile of dirt and called it my path.

We'll stand still long enough the sun will move around us. The sun made the field look like hell. We stood dancing, our lips placing kisses on our necks. And in that moment, I could swear I felt your heart slip from my hands and fall directly into the void that opened beneath us and swallowed me whole.

 You can't look at the sky without looking right through it. And beyond that sky, I’d like to ask: Why are you so far from saving me? In apartment 117, standing on mars, ten steps away from you. There are drops of red on the kitchen counter mixed with the salt from your eyes. I hold you until the sun comes up and this is how we grow.

I hope our awkward moments are just as beautiful as when we first met. You’d be glad not to see me now. My hands around your waist. The smallest, and knowing I could pick you up. We had a possible chance, at one point, to be lovers. Now it’s only possible to watch you grow into a mother and provider. From one ruin to the next, and potential wasted for brilliance. Your candles looked like constellations, and we’ll let the congregation sing you away. 

move, for movement’s sake. lift your atrophied legs and try to run. scream blasphemy like a satellite into heaven and love the air in your lungs.

hold no mother savior bones in your body and tear away the things that bind you to the life you no longer claim as yours. life your skinny fist like an antennae to heaven.

it’s a ride that ended years ago, and I’ll be trapped here forever, like a mountain under the sea, still asleep.

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#ARA130 #languagecourses

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#ARA130 #languagecourses

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I can’t stop it from raining; some days are bleak, all days can be sad. when you can’t will yourself to stop the tide from carrying you away, maybe follow it. See if it takes you out to sea, smashes you against rocks and leaves you paralyzed and drowning. The best course of action in that case is to make as little of an impact on anything else in the world that you can.

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