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Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call. 

"Lady Lazarus" Sylvia Plath 

my neighborhood

long walks, a cheap camera, and cheaper wine.

for lent i am giving up sex.

(it's funny because i'm not getting any)

i hate complaining.

but sometimes it feels that's all i do.

*

this morning i stayed in bed, drinking tea and listening to public radio.

family

for science fiction

i wake up every morning with a set of fixed goals.

do this. do that. go here. meet with so and so.

by the end of the day i've only done half of the things on the list.

im tired.

i want to :

hibernate.

take my time.

stay in bed all day reading a book.

write a proper letter.

take long walks.

organize my closet.

shed this skin and grow a new one.