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Dream Within a Dream
Posted May 21, 2008
I was asleep when I felt your arms around me—
Your breath on my neck, suddenly there.
I opened my eyes, just a crack, to see,
Could it really be you? Is this true?
It was you , those were your hands,
But all the same, “This must be a dream.”
I sighed a bit, knowing, but relaxed
Into illusion. You kissed me
Gently on the ear, and I felt you breath,
Your chest rising, and I looked at your hands again.
It was then that I realized it wasn’t a dream.
Those hands were too real, so detailed,
“This can’t be a dream,” I rolled over.
For a few moments more, I felt the bliss
Of having you there, wrapped around me,
As real as I.
I could see you,
Smell you,
Touch you,
Hear you,
And then I woke up.
Damn.
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Benjamin's Voice
Posted May 21, 2008
I hear your voice, and I think,
“Don’t ever leave me.
Just stay here
And never stop talking.”
And I say:
“Tell me about Von Neumann machines.”
So you do.
And because robots excite you,
You talk for half an hour,
The most I’ve ever gotten out of you.
Your eyes light up as you explain,
And you don’t care that your hair has come undone
From the ponytail you always confine it to.
Robots aren’t my thing,
So I think about the last time
I saw you with your hair down
And let your voice wash over me.
You are so easily excited,
Like when I got you a jar of pickles
As a going away present.
I love your face when you are excited,
And that thing you do with your shoulders
When something makes you a little uncomfortable.
So easily done, that.
Such a childish feeling I have for you,
More hero-worship than anything else.
You are better than me at the things that I do,
It makes you both intimidating and alluring.
But if that is all it is,
Why do I still miss you?
Why won’t it fade?
I just want to see your face,
Hear your voice
As you tell me about Thomas Pinchon.
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New apartment
Posted May 21, 2008
New apartment
Lonely
30 min away from everyone I know
Except Marshall
Working 40h a week at Taco Bell, dear God
Would rather still be living with Kris
Cramped,
Dangerous,
But not alone
I'll get used to it
At least I can sing as loudly as I like in the shower
It's more space than I need
I think I preferred having only the couch and the closet
Why is this in semi-verse?
God knows, I am sure
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Rainy day
Posted May 2, 2008
There is something about rainy days and dark chocolate 
that go together. Add coffee to the equation 
, and it's pretty much better than sex...Unless you add that, too, then it's a really fantastic day
...where was I going with this? 
Um...hey, look over there! It's a panda! 
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Single
Posted Mar 29, 2008
Way less fun than you'd think. At least I still have and 
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