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- [cotu] Your smile: I pulled back the curtain, but I don’t know what I expected to see. Nothing, I suppose. But s... http://t.co/EN1PoFtm 6 hours ago
- Ghosts, ghosts, and more ghosts. All in visitation, all striking poses. Yes, like on the cover of a magazine. 17 hours ago
- You wouldn't believe what the goddamned full moon does to this chick. 17 hours ago
- The Nipper: "My pants aren't working". 1 day ago
- Okay, news types. Madonna neither sang nor danced "all night". She lip-synced and bounced for about fifteen minutes. 1 day ago
Pope Batman
- But I stuffed these fancy robes full of straw and just shoved them in the closet with a tape recorder. I'll totally get back to you. 3 hours ago
- So, um, okay, here's the deal. There's, like, CRIMES happening, and I, you know, kind of fight that shit. So I'm'a be away for Batechism. 3 hours ago
- @JazzWhispers don't give it to Alfred. He'll turn it into goddamned fish. 23 hours ago
- @joel_sopp @jantafrench @davedeibert tell that to Green Lantern. He says Yellow objects are evil... 1 day ago
- What's a nice way of saying "Get the fuck over it"? #Aquamanispouting 3 days ago
Filthy Edna
- Normally, I wouldn't say anything bad about LBJ, but that man couldn't stay focussed long enough to strike a match, let alone pop a cherry. 3 days ago
- and speaking of the postman trying to break in to the biffy again, have I got a humdinger of a story about Kaiser Wilhelm. 4 days ago
- , but I'll tell you, if you're going to be bent over a sawhorse and reamed by anyone, you want it to be Jimmy Carter. 5 days ago
- More than once, really, but they only got one good take. Put poor Ron Jeremy to shame, that mule did. 5 days ago
- I should probably get a shot, though, now that I think about it. Pedro bit my nipple once. 5 days ago
Tag Archives: breaks my heart
Winter Wind
It seems today is the first day of winter I turned my back away, thinking I would not feel the chill of your leaving Still, it blasts through me. Your heart full to bursting I wasn’t there to wish you … Continue reading
Right Now
It seems I will never sleep again Or else sleep too deeply for the rest of time Today I hate Sundays because Sundays are a day of goodbyes My soul is raw and tender with your leaving We created the … Continue reading
Hibernia Burning
Words won’t let me settle I held you under water My lips covered yours to steal your last breath I have been Cassiopeia tumbling inverted through the winter sky I have been Hibernia burning yet nothing all along.
We’re Doing It Wrong
I watched a video today that a friend (a couple of friends, really) shared. It’s embedded down there. The long and short of it is that a boy who has gone through shite with bullies is not giving up. I … Continue reading
Seventeen
Some days, you still break my heart.
Where was I?
I saw you there, standing on the corner at rush hour. I thought you were standing with your friends from school. You were all talking, and, I thought, joking around. But then things turned. In the flash of an eye, … Continue reading
Posted in Just Wrong, Sad, True Stories
Tagged Bad Mojo, breaks my heart, it gets better
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Happy Birthday
Today is your sixty-fifth birthday. Time for the government to start paying you back, ha-ha. I would have brought you a cake in the shape of enormous breasts, and joked that if you held it down around your waist you’d … Continue reading
Aw, shit.
“My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.” A letter to Canadians, from Jack Layton
Posted in Canadian Politics, Sad
Tagged breaks my heart, Canadian Politics, smart folks
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It’s Been 21 Years, One Month, Three Weeks, and One Day
Roughly, or thereabouts, I figure, since I last saw you. Of course, I am forgetting the time I saw you in passing at the top of the escalators in Place Riel when you told me you were studying education and … Continue reading
Posted in dreams, Remembery, Something or other but True
Tagged breaks my heart, dreams, Love, Remembery
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The Truth of the matter
The real reason books are dangerous is because people care so much about them.
