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They say that I'm a poet
I wonder what they would say
if they saw me
from the inside.
I bottle emotions and place them
into the sea
for others to uncork on distant shores --
I am unsure
as to whether they ever reach and
for that matter
as to whether I ever get my point across
             or my love.

In the desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-Stephen Crane

Summer Rapture

Look At Me Now

Oh by the way, it's been a year since I've written on my blog. I have a little black notebook that I write ideas in, and I mentally rediscovered NYC Masala in thinking about the appropriate medium through which to flesh 'em out. Lots of stuff going on this month, but hopefully I'll be able to throw something on here every once in a while. More for myself than anyone else, but thanks for reading.

Eternally yours,

VPL

Open Letter to Dreams

Dear Dreams,

Books, toothbrush, drown, raisin pie, leotards, cockadoodledoo, Napoleon, word pizza, blue, plaster of paris, twins, JK Rowling, recycling program, prohibition, motor yacht, hat box, Pier 1 Imports, gravy, bones, Victor/Victoria, bathroom, stapler, birth, crash, prom, senate, ceramic flowers, iodine.

That's what it feels like, asshole.


[courtesy of McSweeney's]

If I Was a Rich Girl...

[2012 Lexus LFA]

Rajon Rondo