February 2012
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Oh my goodness, I love the bay. We’re driving home from Portsmouth, too many drinks and too many laughs, and we just crossed the bay and there are specks of light shining in the reflections here and there and its perfect and it only solidifies our decision. Also, how can I write this well without mistakes while intoxicated? Baffles me. Hayes, I love you.
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“You’re so careless, careless
How did you get so ungrateful?
You treat me...”
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“Diogenes needed a lantern
to find an honest man.
In these days he could see...”
– Poor Richard Jr’s Almanack: February 8th
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The Old Age of Nostolgia- Mark Strand
Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-loosened river of pale, gold...
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“When money talks
it often merely remarks
“Good-by”
– Poor Richard Jr’s Almanack: February 7th
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Autopsy in the form of an Elegy- John Stone
In the chest in the heart was a vessel was the pulse was the art was the love was the clot small and slow and the scar that could not know the rest of you was very nearly perfect.
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Watchthis superbowl ad.
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