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what was said and what will be"WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR?"what was said and what will be
"TECHNICOLOR."
"IM SORRY ,SIR, TECHNICOLOUR ISN'T A COLOUR."
"THEN WHAT'S THE COLOUR I SEE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES? BECAUSE IT'S GORGEOUS."
"IM SORRY ,SIR. I CAN'T HELP YOU, I DON'T LIVE IN YOUR MIND."
"I SURE AS HELL HOPE NOT. IT'S DARK IN THERE, YOU DESERVE PRETTY COLOURS."
"SIR?"
"PLEASE CALL ME DUNCAN.IM NOT EVEN EIGHTEEN YET."
"SIR, PICK A COLOUR."
"WHY?"
"FOR FUTURE REFERENCE."
"OH. SO YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW ME? WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?"
"BECAUSE IM JUST THE


she said, he saidIsaac had spindly legs that ended in a pool filled with smiling faces and turquoise water. Isaac smiled like the sun but lately his cloudy thoughts have taken over.she said, he said
his skull was filled with memories stuck on replay and things he should have said to her scratching at his mind like a sticky record.
what he never said: oh, i know you just don't care. why are you wasting yourself? what he couldn't say: you have the softest cheeks and your hair looks like liquid silver in moonlight what he should have said: i need you like a ship needs a captain
what he did say: i like it whe


i'm loosing it,rewrite myself? there's nothing left, there's nothing to add. and if there was it would be too late anyways.i'm loosing it,
porridge isn't good when cold and breakfast isn't the same without charlie. where is he?
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the bus is empty-and-full-of-light-and-shadows. you sit at the back and stare out in the dark-as-ink-city-sparkled-with-red-yellow-gree-lights. never have you felt so close, so alive. you sit and wonder about everything-that's-wrong-or-right. and you want to give up so badly. there are more wrongs than rights but you know it won't, can't change.
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where's charlie? where


i asked to be a hummingbirdafter the torturous week i've had you could at least say sorry and set me free to fly away to a different place where you would only be a mere blur and i would be a beautiful flying birdi asked to be a hummingbird
and the blood stains on my heart would be red again and you
would just nod your heartache away because you were programmed to hurt me and your doing a fine job of it
but the mud cakes in my hair would never fully wash away because that just could never work but the grass in your eye-lashes only make you
tear up and really water is no good
and
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a letterdearest dear,a letter
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered a


a letter"alice?" "yes, peter?" "nothing. goodbye, alice." "goodbye, peter."a letter
i hung up the phone with a heavy heart. today, like yesterday, i called alice to ask if she changed her mind and she would like me to visit her. today, like yesterday, i called alice and hung up before asking. this was our whole conversation either day.
my bed looked as though it breathed, each exhalation leaving an aftertaste of cold in the air. i felt my shoulder shake as it touched the blue sheets, the pale hairs standing to attention as if they belonged in the military. fou
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| i live in Ottawa,Ontario [thats in Canada] i love: -to sail -to ski -freckles -my friends -hugs -converse -to shop -words -music -colors i hate/dislike: -silence -my art -my constant ramble -the color olive green -the cold -my keyboard i have a mac that is called cheese and a pc that just doesnt have a name. i write/draw/paint and do many other things[usually i try to stay away from anything having to do with work or school] |
the less i know
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HAHA I LOVE AUTUMN!!!
I BOUGHT NEW MITTTSSS. ACTUALLY THE GREATEST THING EVER.
IF I WRITE LIKE THIS, DOES THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD YELL?
I SPENT ALL MORNING READING MLIA. YES. IT'S BEEN A SLOW DAY.
"WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR?"
"TECHNICOLOR."
"IM SORRY ,SIR, TECHNICOLOUR ISN'T A COLOUR."
"THEN WHAT'S THE COLOUR I SEE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES? BECAUSE IT'S GORGEOUS."
"IM SORRY ,SIR. I CAN'T HELP YOU, I DON'T LIVE IN YOUR MIND."
"I SURE AS HELL HOPE NOT. IT'S DARK IN THERE, YOU DESERVE PRETTY COLOURS."
"SIR?"
"PLEASE CALL ME DUNCAN.IM NOT EVEN EIGHTEEN YET."
"SIR, PICK A COLOUR."
"WHY?"
"FOR FUTURE REFERENCE."
"OH. SO YOU WANT TO KNOW ME? WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?"
"BECAUSE IM JUST THE MESSENGER,DUNCAN."
"WHO'S MESSENGER?"
"NATIVIDAD'S"
"OH DEAR. SHE WANTS ME TO DANCE AGAIN?AND SENT YOU OFF WITH A QUESTIONAIRE."
"CORRECT."
"MY FAVORITE COLOUR IS...THE COLOUR OF THE TUTU SHE WAS WEARING ON THE FOURTH OF JULY."
"THAT WILL BE ALL , DUNCAN."
"WAIT, DON'T LEAVE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME"
"ANDREA"
"CAN I CALL YOU ANDI?"
"YES"
"TELL NATI I STARTED LISTENING TO JAZZ."
"OKAY,DUNCAN"
"...i miss her..."
YOU LOOK SO DEFEATED LYING THERE IN YOUR NEW TWIN SIZE BED.
-dcfc
MY BROTHER SCREAMS LIKE A GIRL. BAHAHA.