This is all a ridiculous fantasy. Always embracing a memory. Your neck blooming outward into two perfect shoulders, your fingers on a pencil, your feet pressing down on the ground between us, the smell of the recollection of a smell.
I'll migrate with the geese this time next year, remembering to wish harder for better luck.
11.28.2009
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i like that a lot.
it's been a while since i ventured over here. i think i was braindamaged for a while. that'll be my excuse.
Thanks Ryan. I haven't been posting so it's nothing really. Been working on memoir. Abandoning blog for fiction purposes.
how's that going? well, i hope. i'll be looking forward to seeing some of it!
and if you don't post, i'll just find other ways to bug you ;)
It's going well so far... tons of editing and lots more writing to come. I hope?
that's the cycle right there! we'll be doing that the rest of our lives. sounds kinda bleak? maybe writers really are crazy :)
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