November 21–28, 2005 — Until I find someone new

After the doctor said I could leave, I went to see E        . The bus to the clinic had passed within a block of her house. I walked back along the bus route, calling from a coffee shop, from the same phone I always used to call from.

I’d emailed the day before and we’d decided to meet for dinner since I’d be so close by. I’d forgotten her house number, but I recognized her house. I already forget whether I knocked or whether there was... [ more ]

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November 1–21, 2005 — Paying per pill
September 26–October 31, 2005 — Cankers and medallions
September 23–25, 2005 — Foreign languages
September 1–22, 2005 — Finally, a career
August 1–31, 2005 — The toxic kind
June 30–July 31, 2005 — Battered limbs
June 29, 2005 — Powdered bleach

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Leaving the airport, pockets full of sharp objects. 1:15 PM Feb 16th

And then I went home and made myself bleed using exfoliating soap. The kind with seeds. Sharp, angry seeds. 7:43 PM Feb 12th

Signs that your band should break up, part two: "Sitting on the floor and playing the tom-toms..." 7:41 PM Feb 12th

Signs that your band should break up, part one: "On six-string bass and beatboxing..." 7:39 PM Feb 12th

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