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What Love Is AboutYesterday, after peddling knives at home to my relatives, gaining myself a Grand Day, a 5% promotion, and a free Pizza Cutter, I watched insects kamikaze into my windshield somewhere around Lyndonville and thought to myself that they had the right idea.What Love Is About
Now I know what youre thinking.
Its not that Im so depressed that the little, lifeless smudges left on my windshield
look incredibly inviting.
Thats not it at all.
Watching them explode against the glass made me realize hes going


Father's DayDriving through a small townFather's Day
in northern Vermont, a graying man with glazed-over eyes fishes from a bridge, and I see my father; hunched forward after an alcoholics lunch of Budweiser and stale pretzels, teaching his first-born daughter (who hed always wished was a son) how to shoot his .308 Winchester with a steady hand, reeking of cheap drugstore beer and Marlboro Reds.
I find it kind of funny that this sight brings a man who I havent seen in almost a year to mind, inspiring me to pull over and write down these lin


Necromancy"When we were kids, we hung our hopes from stars," he told me, then smiled, pink and white.Necromancy
He said, "I don't think lovers will ever kill each other."
He said, "They'll die together, as one body. Now close your eyes." And he tried to reach me, but I had already left.
There was sugar in the suns rays and it melted down our bodies, like ice-cream sliding down the bones of your wrist. I told him, I didn't believe in deities, but he was good enough. We danced at night, in dreams we painted our lullabies through hazy smiles. He smelt of soap and warmth, but in my dreams he twisted the smoke into ringlets,
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Picture of Sobriety.It had been snowing for the past hour and a half, yet none of it had stuck to the ground. It appeared like a drizzle of rain, prevailing only as a veil of which the purpose was to blur peoples’ views. Had it not been for streetlights in the distance, the snow would be hardly visible; it was illuminated under the ghostly yellow lights that were equally spaced along the roads.Picture of Sobriety.
She felt as insignificant as the snow was at that moment; it was there, and one could reach out and feel the moistness on their fingertips – they would not be groping at air, but at chilled water that was palpable between their fingers. However, i
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Heather <33
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"Art is what you can get away with."
- Andy Warhol
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If they don't put me away...
It'll be a miracle
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Marie
=macro-club
*Photo--Assignment
*Shutter-Vision
=Close-Ups
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If they don't put me away...
It'll be a miracle
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Marie
=macro-club
*Photo--Assignment
*Shutter-Vision
=Close-Ups
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If they don't put me away...
It'll be a miracle
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Marie
=macro-club
*Photo--Assignment
*Shutter-Vision
=Close-Ups
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