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Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
(2 comments | comment on this) Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
annaleely
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7:50p
the best part about this curse is that you can't tell anyone about it.
weird fainting spell.
ringing in the ears.
everything gone bullets and black.
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annaleely
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8:47a
read the tempest.
have nothing to say.
am wearing three pairs of pants.
not as cold today as it was two yesterdays ago.
here is the snow.
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(comment on this) Wednesday, December 30th, 2009
annaleely
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10:24p
06/19/05
read like a fortune cookie
rode like a bat out of hell
satan on his tricycle
pedaling for almighty
won't you rest a while under my
umbrella tree
we're selling the apocalypse
in five easy steps
won't you stay a while
and live life with me
06/20/05
burn your gasoline
heart
down to its last
chamber
running out of
time and
ventricles
08/10/05
sally opens a box
inside it are all her friends
i'm so alone, she says
she falls asleep and dreams
in her dreams
she is dead
several ribbons
wound round her head
a parade of mice
bury her on top of
the hill
even in death
she still whispers
mice, you have buried me
on top of the hill
instead of inside of it
now, how will i ever rest?
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(comment on this) Monday, December 28th, 2009
annaleely
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9:18p
i was singing to penny. we were hiding from all the bad guys.
then the evil kid came up and tried to steal her away. we told him
to go away. i told him we were hiding. that he should not tell the
evil kid where we were, okay? and he said: oooo, where the stupid
things are. he called us where the stupid things are.
then he lied to penny. bribed her to leave.. and i was left alone sulking.
all so he could force me to go downstairs and play majora's mask.
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annaleely
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7:16p
people are very disappointing.
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annaleely
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11:37a
messed up the exposure. camera is probably losing its mind, too.
either way.
we like the snow mainly because it means other people are lazy and don't go outside.
quiet quiet world outside.
the pups like to play on the ice.
mogi goes wooosh sliding across frozen puddles and whatnots.
penny goes: clickety clickety SPLAT.
the other reason why the snow is nice is that pups go hop hop hop.
my brain is frozen. its exposure is probably messed up. it's probably losing its mind.
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(comment on this) Sunday, December 27th, 2009
annaleely
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10:58p
penny and i were having barking contests to pass the time.
really i was stalling. it's very cold outside, and very slippery.
i made the kid watch the mighty boosh, and he wasn't even drunk, yet.
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1:46p
the pen in her super snazzy winter coat and magenta harness
waiting for mogi to arrive at the park.
today i learned that there might be hope for me after all (friendwise)
with very little to no effort (actually, no effort at all) a three year old
wee asian boy kept sneaking up to me at the restaurant.
who says i'm incapable of human interaction?
something sinister about fortune cookies that tell you: take a trip with a friend
feeling very low.
going to go brush pup teeth, and watch farscape now.
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(comment on this) Saturday, December 26th, 2009
annaleely
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9:29p
if they ask you a question on your way out
you answer it
whisper once past any threshold : i'm sad.
walk up the stairs.
answer again.
whisper once out the door: i'm sad.
thought i should make friends.
i don't know how to make friends.
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(comment on this) Friday, December 25th, 2009
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annaleely
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10:22p
04/04/08
Percy, when you arrive, I will tell you you are no longer welcome here. Percy, you will have to ring the doorbell. Enter through the front door. It will not be me who greets you. It will never be me again. Percy, I write this not because you will come here, again, like a thief in the night--but, because this again is a week for ghosts. This is a week for everything all at once. Dulcinea falling asleep in the dark crying as they come and go. Asks questions. Dulcinea responds. Nobody knows. Dulcinea crying into sleep until it is nighttime again, safe and dark. But Percy, this is the dangerous hour. This is the hour when you always appear. Percy, don't come here. Percy, stay away. Forever. Percy, it won't cross your mind to see what is wrong with Dulcinea. I am thankful for this. Percy, it will not even cross your mind to ask. Dulcinea, unreachable her--and it all just doesn't matter anymore. Reached down inside again to find the meaning of all these years. Of all these todays. All I found was less. It's all just meaningless. So when you decide, which you won't, to follow your compulsive urge to my window, I will have learned already to turn you away.
03/30/08
Then there was Marion.
Marion come down from the lemon tree. Come whisper-coo in Dulcinea's ear. Marion making promises
everything will be alright. Marion being Marion, and not Percy. And what of Dulcie, now? And what of Percy? Poor, poor disappointing Dulcinea's Percy. Well, Percy-poo. Dulcinea would have been heart-broken again,
if there were such time in this world for such things, at the degree to which Percy, oh Percy just didn't give a damn. But there she is again, Dulcinea. and Dulcinea and Marion sitting in a lemon tree. And Dulcinea out on that limb, balancing, trying never to look down again at below-world. And yes, even on dream Percy--mythical beast that he was--yes. Dulcie, turning her back on you in so many ways. And, Percy, for the record, Dulcinea so angry. So mad at you. So resentful in another time and place. So always disappointed by your inhumane-nature. And Dulcinea all these things, without you ever having to know again.
Marion calling after Dulcie. Reminding her to sleep. Just like that, again, dulcet-Dulcie taken away by the tide.
03/19/08
Dear Percy,
Yes, yes, yes. It is very true. I have often hated you. I have often hated myself because of you. You drove me to resentment. Too often these days my mind drifting away, resenting the better parts of myself just to make you finally go away. Ghost Percy, why so poisonous. Dulcinea, why so venomous? Yes, yes, yes, Percy m'dear. I will tell them I can stand you no longer. I will turn my back on your general direction. You will not notice. Percy who comes and goes as he pleases. Percy who remembers and forgets as he pleases. He forgets more than he remembers. Oh, so sorry, Dulcinea. You must have slipped my mind, again. I'm sorry, Dulcinea, you said your name was? Who are you again? I think I knew you once, but I know you no longer. Oh, but, Percy. Oh Percy. You're so convincing for that split moment when you assure me we have always been the same. We shall always know eachother in a certain way. There will always be this orbiting. Percy! How many times can I be pushed to the brink of belief and disbelief? Well, the answer is: a year's worth. A year's worth of silence. A year's worth of revolving doors, and no more. Percy, we will not walk to these places any longer. Percy, if you are ever in town again... Dulcinea is no longer at home. Dulcie is no longer a home. Percy it won't matter that i thought any of these things. That I wrote them in this letter. Percy you'll never know. These are my secrets, not by omission or keeping, but because... Percy, you don't want to know. Percy, make me hate myself. Make you go away.
Signed,
D.
03/18/08
The last round of destruction. f3 e5. g4 Qh4#. She had written you that letter when you weren't looking. How could you be looking, anyway? You were impossible. But what would you have done if you had read such a letter? Found it at the top of your dusty red duffle bag full of dirty laundry. Well, all he said was that he had read it. Oh the things she always said. The things she could always write. What magic level of understanding and purpose were you going to breathe into this one? Anything to stop this feeling of degradation. Anything. Well yes, at that moment when she was talking herself back into her human self, she believed all those words. Wanted to believe them very badly. Yes. Well, they let you off the hook for being a rotten avoiding bastard. Let the story hold some warmth, where no warmth belonged. But, oh the things she said. Oh, all those times. And oh how quickly she wished she could take them back. Not quickly enough. So many orbits after the fact, and no. not anymore. This is how it often happens. You speak a truth. You use an always. You use a never. Then weeks later it simmers into thin air. Thin soup. Says nothing at all. Negates itself. She was trying to find some way to apologize for the way you always are. She was trying to excuse you for your inexcusable behavior. She was trying to weather the storm. She was trying so hard all of these things. The last round of destruction, nothing ever was the same again. Nothing ever is. No more invite the vampires in for tea. No more revolving door ebb and flow psychotics. It's a humorless business. Well, no one ever wrote me a letter like that. I don't know what I'd do. No one would ever say those words. Everything is veiled in vagueness. Open end everything, it can mean anything. But if she had written a letter like that to me, well.. I don't know. I don't even remember what it said. I only remember a single sentiment. Would have wanted someone to understand, I guess.
03/18/08
She as seen from afar. Crack open like the storm sky. Break like the ocean waves. Crumple from the exhaustion. Dulcinea, Dulcinea, I saw you walking down the spiral staircase. The one like any other.
There were ten in that room. That imaginary room. And you, Dulcinea, walking down the one. Third one
from the left. The one that lead to the crystal ballroom. The one that lead to all that broken glass.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, there will be no more parties. No more balls. Quiet the festivities. The guests
have all been sent home. And there, it is you, at the end of the day, walking down the staircase to the
rooms below. Dulcinea, is there anyone at home. Dulcinea, will you invite me over for tea? Dulcinea,
what will you do next?
03/14/08
571dulcinea in the nighttime sky. Can we see ya'? Can we see ya? Dulcinea? Dulcinea? And so they chant. And so they sing-song, trying to lull you out of your home, the sky. Draw you down to their earth. Plant your feet in the ground. Spin you spun right out of orbit. Dulcinea? Dulcinea? Come out, Come out, wherever you are! And oh how you would want to draw your ear near to the peals of laughter. But no no no, Duclie. No, no no. 571dulcinea there are rules for this sort of thing. The proper way to court a planet. The pomp and circumstance and rules and regularities of interstellar society. Dulcinea, Dulcinea? Oh but what a marvelous thing a fallen planet must be. Dulcinea, okay, we give up.
Then there you have it. In the sky. Very far away. Silently spinning spun spun.
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annaleely
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9:36a
the sky started melting. falling down in large wet globs.
thought it was the rain, but the sky had already left.
nothing but the vast winter whiteness. and here we were
left trying to catch it if we could. not that it made any difference.
not that we could ever put it back.
it is a grey dark day. maybe just a grey unlight day.
it occurs to me that others are celebrating today.
much warmth to you and yours.
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(3 comments | comment on this) Thursday, December 24th, 2009
annaleely
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10:59p
things are upsetting and bad.
also,
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