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Remember [Sep. 11th, 2007|05:19 pm]
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I've spent a lot of today thinking about what happened six years ago today. All the lives that were lost and how brave those who served were. I'm so proud to be an American. I know we haven't healed as a country but please don't take your anger out on Muslims and people who look Middle Eastern, I hope that we haven't learned to hate as much as those who attacked us do.
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One of my favorites [Sep. 8th, 2007|04:56 am]
Holly Golightly
[Current Mood |awakeawake]


When he leaves,
he leaves a space,
a big or little airless place
and begs to be filled.
A part of the weekend that says
What are you going to do now?

And you think if you fill it up
you'll survive.
So you work and clean and call
and cook and write and drink
and read and sleep and shop
and say this is fine, this is fine
You can do this.

Laugh and go out drinking
with your friends when it's over.
Call everyone you know and say
Shrug, clear your throat.

It's kind of like loosing a dog.
You'll miss him
but maybe it's better this way.

His friends are still your friends
and they watch you
because they send him messages
about how you're doing.
Sometimes they figure now is their chance
and they tell you they've always had it bad
for you.

Be careful with his friends.
So cut your hair
and learn to play guitar.
Walk fast and yell back
at bike messengers who tell you
what they'd do to you
if you were theirs.

Stop wearing his coat and sell his CDs.
White out his name in your address book.
Buy new perfume and learn to masturbate
with the showerhead.
Turn the pain into something you can use.

And when it feels like you're imploding,
like you're the only one
who wants to lie down in the street,
know that there will always be girls
streaming through this city
with their mouths slightly open
trying to breathe
and waiting to be kissed.
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