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Paul Celan - "Count Up the Almonds"
Count up the almonds, count what was bitter and kept you waking, count me in too : I sought your eye when you looked out and no one saw you, I spun that secret thread where the dew you mused on slid down to pitchers tended by a word that reached no one’s heart. There you first fully entered the name that is yours, you stepped toward yourself on steady feet, the hammers swung free in the belfry of your silence, things overheard thrust through to you, what’s dead put its arm around you too, and the three of you walked through the evening. Render me bitter. Number me among the almonds.
I was on youtube watching a video when I saw this ad.
Wrong Type of Juice for Breakfast -- A Haibun
A dead bee, basking in the sun on a windowsill, wanted to crawl in my three-year-old hands, I thought. I pinched its wings and lifted; it twitched its wings and dropped. My big toe socket’d the stinger. Of course, tears joined the poison.
I wanted my beagle for comfort. My mom wanted my beagle outside. She opened the door, unable to handle the weaving dog between her legs, when she was looking for a tweezers.
open gate, mommy...
puppy in street, car coming.
puppy come in? The
dog’s muscles get juiced into
cracks of the asphalt by tires.
Some "Modern" and "Classic" Haikus
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morning bathroom--
my shit looks like tile grout
when wiped on a towel
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my brother’s bedroom--
four oak walls, cushion floor
and a lid
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public nudity
live, natural comedy
socially dampened.
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this may not work. i am pissed off.
here's the idea though:
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this is just me hanging out today after bad things at night see ya later
Don't Fucking Reblog or "Like" Something and NOT Follow Me
a poem
http://hicksjosh.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/petit-dejeuner/
http://hicksjosh.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/petit-dejeuner/
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http://hicksjosh.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/petit-dejeuner/
http://hicksjosh.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/petit-dejeuner/
made this today or something
i made this today.
Made this last night.
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pizzaasap:
If you are ever considering suicide just remember honey mustard will always be around
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