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I want to have your babies.

Okay, but I’m letting you know right now, our children WILL cosplay.

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It seems that many people are asking for your hand in marriage? Am I too late? Say it isn't so.

Oh my goodness. I’m already committed to a sort of three-way marriage…

But why don’t we just make it an even four.

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Carrying Burdens

This all began with a dream.

And I dreamed I was on a ship, soaring through space so quickly that the stars were streaks that blurred into one another, becoming one long glare that seared into my retinas, and he stood behind me, a cold claw on my shoulder that squeezed and stared back at me through the domed glass, the stars stretched thin.  This is what the world is.  

This is what he taught.

And then the woods and the gratefulness of it all, these lessons and the merciless way they were taught even as our feet blistered and our backs bent against the strain of the heat and branches that whipped back wetly at our faces, still I was grateful to the sound of his boots behind mine much like the echo of a hallway from memory or fantasy, so familiar, so safe was his presence until he collapsed at my back and moved no more. 

We had gone too far and he could go no further.

And here I bent my aching knees, felt the strain in every muscle and the lightness in my head as my back curved against the heavy frailness of him and his legs swung with the strength of my arms, And here, I promised, is where I carry you.  When he smiled the dark slime of my soul wriggled out and my death was his.  

I carried it well.

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First Bit of Writing...

"I wish you cared about yourself half as much as I do."

The couple standing next to me at the stoplight leans closer together to create an air of privacy and I stare with a stone gaze forward, at the passing cars, at the numb, blank faces behind steering wheels that look to lights, glance to stereos, back to lights again, tapping restless fingers, clicking chattering teeth.  I don't want to listen, don't care to, really, but they speak loudly against all their attempts at leaning in and the girl glances at me as though I were summoned to bear witness, document the confrontation through my presence.  I draw strength from my cigarette and cough into my open palm.

The boy with her speaks softly and I don't hear his words, he does not want me to hear them and so I don't, just wonder at the phrase as the light turns red, as the walk sign glows white, as I step out onto the curb and cast a wary glance at a car to my left, waiting for it's chance to go right.  

Half as much as I do.

They wait for the next walk signal, bent toward one another and whispering now even as the girl gives me one last glance before my departure of this chance confrontation and I wonder at the meaning of it.  Did she want him to care half as much as she cared for him, or half as much as she cared for herself?

I flick my cigarette butt to the asphalt and it disappears underneath a red Toyota.

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Regarding Promises...

So sorry, but I have been traveling for two days and just noticed that I have surpassed 20 followers.  Thank you all so much!  I am starting the promised picture now and will post it as soon as it is done.  Hope that I do not disappoint.

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Everyone Breaks Down in Bathrooms

My most popular post is Bathroom Breakdown, from Buffalo 66.  So either this movie is incredibly popular or everyone is having emotional breakdowns in bathrooms all over the world.  I think the latter.

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My kraken brings all the Greyjoys to the yard.