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My name is Erica. I love coffee. I tried to save the world by carrying around a personal re-usable coffee mug, but I dropped it while I was carrying almonds at the grocery store and it broke. Now I have granola in my teeth. Turns out that Buddha and Mrs. Vanden Bosch were right. I won’t tell you how. Like Dorothy, you’ll have to figure it out for yourself. The Good Witch of the North can’t help you. Neither can the Wizard of Oz. Or me. I. Death isn’t a challenge for Grandma Antoinette. It’s a benediction. But Quebec children have misery becoming adults. And their ph levels are always changing. Stevie Wonder was right too.
You know what’s funny? The guy who walks around with his opera in his pockets. He doesn’t want it to get stolen. They call marshmallows guiBLANCS, because guimauves aren’t mauve. Xanadu doesn’t have a Z in it I don’t think. My horse is a kingdom and I am a terrorist. The next thing I was going to say would have been redundant. Hillary Clinton has three L’s and how many children. My mom has a bracelet for depression. What’s your bracelet? You could be diasporic or exiled and that will not make my spinal fluids boil. Or bubble or freeze. Migrant authors don’t celebrate the city. And I shall celebrate nothing until this class is dismissed.
The End.
Most of this was written in 2009, on disposable coffee cups, in class.
All of the coffee cups are gone, except for the one about the Buddha and Mrs. Vanden Bosch. And Dorothy. And Grandma Antoinette. For years, Simon kept it in his tiny apartment. Simon is my ex-ex boyfriend who... had a relatively short and interesting life. I thought that Simon also had the God Box too, but it seems the God Box is Lost and Gone. We'd best get used to losing things. I am trying to mean this in the most optimistic way.
For today's post, recycling was required. Someone offered to pay me for something, and I had to say yes, since Nose/Pubic Hair blogs and Cereal/Invertebrate Personality Quizzes have not yet proved to be very lucrative. Also, Ocean Invertebrate Personality Quizzes require a rather extensive amount of effort.
Stay Tuned.
My name is Erica. I love coffee. I tried to save the world by carrying around a personal re-usable coffee mug, but I dropped it while I was carrying almonds at the grocery store and it broke. Now I have granola in my teeth. Turns out that Buddha and Mrs. Vanden Bosch were right. I won’t tell you how. Like Dorothy, you’ll have to figure it out for yourself. The Good Witch of the North can’t help you. Neither can the Wizard of Oz. Or me. I. Death isn’t a challenge for Grandma Antoinette. It’s a benediction. But Quebec children have misery becoming adults. And their ph levels are always changing. Stevie Wonder was right too.
Americano
Direct
formation. My current vocation is to seduce the world. Then take
those sunglasses off the top of your head. You look like Mickey
Mouse. Mickey Mouse seduced. What was Mike Snow’s word of the
day? Friscalating. As in friscalating darkness. As in useless
seduction. He offered to lend me a few squares of toilet paper.
Farewell to the corn cob pipe and the button nose. And the eyes made out
of coal. Considering how boring this course is, the teacher is in an
admirably good mood. An eye rhyme. If your eyes were made out of
coal, would you see it?
I love you more than
cantaloupe.
You know what’s funny? The guy who walks around with his opera in his pockets. He doesn’t want it to get stolen. They call marshmallows guiBLANCS, because guimauves aren’t mauve. Xanadu doesn’t have a Z in it I don’t think. My horse is a kingdom and I am a terrorist. The next thing I was going to say would have been redundant. Hillary Clinton has three L’s and how many children. My mom has a bracelet for depression. What’s your bracelet? You could be diasporic or exiled and that will not make my spinal fluids boil. Or bubble or freeze. Migrant authors don’t celebrate the city. And I shall celebrate nothing until this class is dismissed.
The End.
Most of this was written in 2009, on disposable coffee cups, in class.
All of the coffee cups are gone, except for the one about the Buddha and Mrs. Vanden Bosch. And Dorothy. And Grandma Antoinette. For years, Simon kept it in his tiny apartment. Simon is my ex-ex boyfriend who... had a relatively short and interesting life. I thought that Simon also had the God Box too, but it seems the God Box is Lost and Gone. We'd best get used to losing things. I am trying to mean this in the most optimistic way.
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| Coffee Cup, Courtesy of Café Myriade |
Stay Tuned.
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