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she crawled in through the doggy door and wagged her tail at me as i held a chew toy in my right hand and bent down to pet her. I had just gotten home from months away at school and hadn't seen her in way too long. she was old and slow, but still so loving. she grabbed the toy, gave me a lick, and wobbled away.
Spike's not always a boy's name.
Pennis used to be made of copper. 100% copper, through and through. Pure. Now, though, we've cheapened. You boil down a penny, it's innards dissolve and you're left with an outside layer of pure copper. Thin, crumbling. It's cheap and insincere. What a beautiful metaphor.
I was diagramming a sentence the other day, separating verbs from nouns and finding prepositional phrases and gerunds. I don't know why. I've not done that since grade school. But it felt fitting to break it down to the basics again, just to see what it felt like.
i think i misunderstood. I thought it was a dream--that you'd be back before i knew it. that this was just something for my portfolio. that this was all just a sick joke. i misunderstood. i didn't realize this was real. i didn't realize you'd be gone forever and i'd have no chance to say goodbye. i misunderstood. i thought you were kidding when you made that joke. I thought doctors knew what they were doing. if i had known, i would have been different. i never would have left that hospital room---i misunderstood.
habits come and go but some stick, like you. you stick hard. you’re a habit i can’t break. and i can’t tell if that upsets me or really is just a self ful fill ing prophecy. i recently started smok ing, a habit i’d like to break. I’ll always be a dorky reader. a habit that stuck. But you. I didn’t choose you. But you stuck.