chiappari002

A tangent during a lecture about church sect theory:
“Is social security mainstream? Well, yeah, I mean, if you’re elderly, you get it.”

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saturday evening

i just lied to you.
those words are too easy.
too easy to say.
it hurts because they’re easy.
and you’re easy.
we lost the meaning.
we never had it.
that time–
i didn’t lie to you.

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ohdeargod!004

boy scouts building big fires
ben duane in line at the grocery store
pappa’s free hours spent buried in paperwork
providence
isaac’s heavy knapsack

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ohdeargod!003

rena’s pad thai
social studies education
father bob’s singing voice
alternative orders of sisters
a servant’s towel for belt

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ohdeargod!002

an honest to god hug from a birthday boy
irish oat pancakes
debating specific heats of solids and liquids while eating warm cinnamon rolls
ryan and his picture taking friends
rereading the letter from mr. mcbride

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ohdeargod!001

mike michaels playing rock and roll
an introduction to luc benjamin’s mother
letter from mr. mcbride
popped corn
brothers (from whom to steal popped corn)

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chiappari001

“God has power. So what? Donald Trump has power.”

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pagitt01

“It’s like a catologue put together to give me a rash.”

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boxed memories

“I was afraid that he would say we never had the time for it, nor would we understand. Does it take a profound education to understand war? Or learn the tension between living and staying alive? I had neither of those tools then, but my greed to know, to grasp in my hand an imagined history of the man in front of me, focused my attention. I knew he had a hole in his heart, my grandfather, but now I wanted to know whether he felt it, and if it was plugged up, this heart, with silence. I felt a murderous desire to have his true heart come flowing out of his mouth, in whatever dialect he pleased, so I could possess courage and war in the same breath.”
-Doreen Lee

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lone reed

tco has resigned as head coach to focus solely on his advanced placement psychology students.
anna carpenter,
i miss you 🙂

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