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[andallshallbewell]

[beachypeasysandy]

Like Brian. When I first saw him waiting outside the stadium door for an autograph, I didn’t think about him being anything other than a normal teenage boy wanting me to sign something.  

He looked like your typical teenage guy. He had a couple pimples on his face, metal braces that made my teeth ache and a boundless energy that screamed “I’m ready to take on the world!” The grin plastered on his face as I signed a picture was so huge, that it made my cheeks hurt when I handed it back to him.

But then something happened and it’s why I remember meeting him. As he looked down at the photo, his grin slowly faded away until he was staring at it with sad reminiscent eyes and his fingers gently brushed over my signature. “My dad would’ve loved this.” he whispered more to himself than to me, but I still needed to know why.

I asked him where his dad was and he told me about Gene, a lieutenant in the U.S. army who got stationed overseas when Brian was eight. He was two months away from returning home when he stepped on a mine during a routine patrol. He didn’t make it.  

Before he lost his dad, they would watch games together, cheering me and the team on because his dad had gone to the same college as me and followed my career. Which was why he was at the stadium that day. He’d continued to watch the team and follow my career as a way to remember a special thing that he and his dad did together.

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[beachypeasysandy]

He tilted his head at the last part. "Play the piano? You play?"

I nodded and looked down at my pie in embarrassment. "Yeah, had lessons when I was younger. I've had a piano in my apartment for years; don't know why since I never played it, but after the first pre-season game I went home and it was sitting there, so I figured 'What the hell.'"

"That's awesome. So you've re-discovered playing the piano. . ."

I nodded. "And it helps sometimes when I think about it."

"Cause you get lost in the music?" I nodded again. "Yeah, playing guitar does that for me. I enjoy it and it helps me relax."

"I didn't know you played guitar." I admitted and Stan chuckled.

"You and I might be able to start a band! Know any drummers?" We both laughed and enjoyed our pie and coffee in silence for several minutes before I found the nerve to ask him the question that had been on my mind since my last trip to ASU.

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[mmlizhereandnow]

February 2022

(1-3) Different views and essentials from my bar study cave. Filled with light pouring in, coffee, and a homemade egg on toast

(4-5) Art by me and art by professionals at the Broad

(6) View of the snow capped mountains from Ontario

(7) One of the few days I wasn't in sweats during my study period

(8) Plant babies on my sunny porch-scape

(9) A moment of respite as I climb with Lauren up to Griffith Observatory.

(10) Santa Monica at night is always beautiful

[zeehasablog]

Le maschere della commedia dell’arte

CORALLINA Con la fine del Medioevo, le donne ritornano nel palcoscenico incarnando personaggi popolari, come questa Corallina, che ha i suoi antenati nella commedia di Plauto. Impersona spesso il ruolo di serva scaltra, maliziosa e sicura di sé.

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The masks of the commedia dell’arte

CORALLINA With the end of the Middle Ages, women return to the stage embodying popular characters, such as this Corallina, who has her ancestors in Plautus' comedy. She often plays the role of a shrewd, mischievous and self-confident servant.

[checkyesifulikeme]

t****s

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i saw that

pretty key turned silver

all even and closed off-like in the chamber

furrowed brow dipping pretty-like

you’re so firmly rooted, baby, you’re pot-bound, aren’t you?

your home is like, the most sensual museum. like, hands-on. 

5 sense theatre, 6th sense screening

of course there’s a god damn gift-shop

pumpkin pie, baby cakes

foamy, antiseptic tears run often

i let You hold Me and tell me stories and play the drums, play chords with your vocal, hydrogen peroxide bath-time

long as You’re here with Me

tactile

You touch My bruise and tell me i remind you of overripe fruit

mushy mushy

you eat your bananas brown, huh?

you won’t settle for just any type of sound, huh?

want crushed grapes for your wine, spilled guts, your pen move

slow 

down here

slowed-down, tree sap, warm water won’t do

the past pulls pant legs heavy

fully clothed at the bottom of the well

legs in the shape of an ‘M’ 

a water snake swims by, avoiding your heat, but it’s too dark to see

i’ll craft you a paper chain of the temporary families you’ve made 

climb across the interstate, kitten

spider-legged and oat milk sipping

my little pink and white

[ohitssofy]

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