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[Tuesday, November 4th, 2008|01:01 am] |
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A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs. |
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[Sunday, November 2nd, 2008|01:52 am] |
She will say, "Sabrina, your love must not depend on sad-eyed boys. You can be in love with sunflower dresses and vegan lasagna and Rice Krispie Treats and rain and skateboarding and Martha Graham and angel fountains. Then the sad-eyed boys will come. Eventually their fear will fade and they will come." Eloise is in love with Botticelli, but she is also in love with everything. Her mother left her and her father and now he lives alone. Smoking and smoking, writing stories about what happened to him in the concentration camps. He weeps every night, Eloise tells me. But his daughter was born laughing with her hands open, outstretched to the world. Eloise just falls in love with everything again and again.
LIFE IS THE BIG ROMANCE, it says on Eloise Opiate's mirror. |
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[Sunday, October 5th, 2008|08:09 pm] |
Livejournal is stupid.
A few things:
-I wish for a normal relationship with food and cooking and kitchens.
-I am more important than your promise, so force it up, spit it out, let it gooooo. It will make you feel better...or worse. Wink.
-I'm going to sit in my room and eat apples and drink orange juice for the rest of my life, or at least for the next half hour.
-I am super absorbent.
-Tonight I will sleep standing up. |
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