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To those of you who are not the 0.0000001% of drop-dead gorgeous women (or men) who override the effects of traffic lights in New York City's bustling streets, cheers. Cheers because your friends are not jealous of you. Cheers because you have weaknesses that you can boast about. Cheers because even though you don't stop every car that passes you by,… Continue reading Why taste her cherry chapstick?
If I asked you about your day, I wonder if these words come to mind: tough, bitter, disappointing, grey, crushing and, despite the jeering irony, empty? Do the fleeting shadow of brighter days past haunt your dreams of tomorrow? What if I told you that there is something lacking in all of us. An imperfection… Continue reading #heaven
As a child, I did not enjoy apples. Not even honey-sweet fuji's, so don't even let me see that malicious green of granny smiths. Nor did I, as a child, see the light and succumb to the revelation of coconut. And "give me wheat", I said "give me white flour" I said. What are oats?… Continue reading Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One
Being should not require an explanation. I am who I am. You are who you are. He is who he is. It's very straight-forward, like conjugating verbs. In fact, there are more verbes (oops, excuse the french spelling...I tend to automatically go into french mode when I start thinking about grammaire and conjugasons) in this… Continue reading A Girl and Agar
On those Saturday mornings when I lay, semi-tucked in between my duvet and bed sheets, and realize once more that aside from the whirring of the heater there is no other breathing thing in the apartment but me, I ponder: what do I live for today? Should I get up, plant my feet in my… Continue reading PSL: Plus Some Love
I doubt I'm getting to that age where I have the seniority to say "as you get older you find that every year passes you by so quickly that they blend into one another". Nor am I quite so busy to say that the thin silver line between each day has disappeared. But there's one… Continue reading Imagine in Purple
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