April 2010
“I know I’ll never see you, I know I’ll never run into your body walking through the crooked streets. I know I’ll never hear you, I know I’ll never hear you like the sound that wafts inside from outside there. I know that if I waited, I know that if I waited, a thousand days will waste with thoughts of you.”
Damn.
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those who love at first sight are traitors at...
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From Me to Him.
I can’t pretend I don’t need to defend some part of me from you. I know I’ve spent some time a lying. I wish I could live free- I hope it’s not beyond me. Settling down; it takes time. But one day we’ll live together & our lives will be better- I have it here in my mind. I wanna grow old with you, have a home with you. A home of intellectuals. A home completely...
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Anna: We do everything that people who have sex do!
Larry: Do you enjoy sucking him off?
Ana: Yes!
Larry: You like his cock?
Ana: I love it!
Larry: You like him coming in your face?
Ana: Yes!
Larry: What does it taste like?
Ana: It tastes like you but sweeter!
Larry: That’s the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag.
CLOSER (2004)
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La nostalgia no me calma. Y el pelo me suda por la noche al solo pensar en ti. En lo que hablamos, en lo que dije, en donde estabamos Amor en que fallamos? Y estas pesadillas cuando se iran? Cuando podre respirar sin culpa, sin fallas, sin odio, sin lamento, sin ti? Amor como vivir? Los recuerdos me fastidian, los rostros de tu aroma en mi almohada, tus carisias sobre mi piel. El sudor...
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He:
” So, did I tell you about the fight I almost had with some Argentinian kid?”
She:
“No.”
He:
“Are you mad?”
She:
“No you didnt tell me- probably because you walk in and out of my life as you please- so, I miss a lot ..including you.”
He:
”.. I .. I think I’ll call you some other time.”
She:
“Figures.”
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For Luis.
(This was an assignment for my Journalism class.)
She was beautiful, just something else. I used wake up on Sunday mornings to the sound of her laughter. I’d run down the hall to my parent’s bedroom and find her being tickled by my father. She’d scream for us (my sister and I) to come and help her from the tickling monster. But sometimes, I used to just stand there mesmerized by their happiness,...
