Monthly Archives: November 2009

A stuffed suitcase

Posted on 28 November, 2009 by allisunknown

Folding yourself up into yourself until you don’t exist — until you’re a single point of light — is the best way to go. I try this in my bed this morning with little success. It would help me shed … Continue reading →

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Hum

Posted on 27 November, 2009 by allisunknown

Invariable transistor static. Leading to the romance of radiowaves. Leading to broadcasts of the nightly news sent through thickening televised air. Now every high point holds finger-antennae pointing at holes in the atmosphere, every low point a ringing, buzzing baby … Continue reading →

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The mirror

Posted on 26 November, 2009 by allisunknown

The mirror of my mind reflects only badness. The good resides here in this room as a vampire, without reflectiveness, and though my mind searches as if for shells, it finds only sand. My mind is like a mud that … Continue reading →

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Switching gears

Posted on 10 November, 2009 by allisunknown

So, I was going through my iTunes, noticing how many albums by a given artist I on average had. Here is a brief list of the artists with the most number of albums on my iTunes: The Beatles (11) Bob … Continue reading →

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The girls

Posted on 9 November, 2009 by allisunknown

The girls of the 1920s were little more than willow wisps; all legs, arms, and torsos, only a motion of limbs and pale thin embodiment. Bowlers, and short hair, flapper dresses, boys at their sides, neon, satin, sequins, and utopian … Continue reading →

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