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The Flower Children. 1. Rewind time like we have it. Spit out or choke out the insolence for embers and ash. We have weathered the fire andThe Flower Children.
weathered the decomposition of brain cells, Erosion is more glamor stricken than commonly awarded credit for, especially when it concerns family values, military states, separate but equal doctrine, fist pumping ‘back to Africa’ movement Abrahamic religions regurgitated into moral subscription----
2.
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To the Young and Old Me,Spread your wings; teach a foreign land,To the Young and Old Me,
learn a foreign language.
Breathe water; swallow knowledge. (Horde it, you’ll need it)
Birth children and creativity. Heal ignorance and wounds. Breed language comprehension; read.
Speak in open-ended questions, answer with probability and statistics. (Know your field)
Quote authors and scientists. Eat rainbows; digest stars. Shit spectacularly.
Touch lovingly; raise fingers high enough to encompass craters and canyons.
(Hold on)
Caress delicately,
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Letter:Do you know what I want to say to you? I could have spent that time I used toLetter:
read you Plath and Eliot for better things. I could have recycled paper instead of verses and saved an elephant in Asia from poachers or
a wolf in Alaska from air planes.
I could have built mountains out of the carnage of
starvation victims and I could’ve said something important to
someone that mattered instead of spending nights talking about kitsch and camp and the revolution. I could have weaved stories out of the sound the rain
makes and the made melodies out of the sound of you
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stop ruining autumn.listen:stop ruining autumn.
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
listen:
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves, who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
listen:
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressive
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- Interests: Writing. Movies. Robert Downey Jr. Sometimes a combination of all three.
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- Favourite genre of music: A little bit of a lot.
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath.
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"Dying
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I do it exceptionally well."
And the same to you too!
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I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.
T.S. Eliot.
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Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me.”
He sighed. “The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.”
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