his post focuses on the off-on-my-own, terrifying-crazy-awesome-fun time when I stayed in hostels on the Caribbean Sea.
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all backed up
I returned from Costa Rica to a sick machine. Can’t fool me, I knew it was a goner, and it did too.
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el diablito y la sirena van a el alamo
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had me at we’ll turn invisible
Part dare, part dream camping in Texas on Halloween? aw what the hell, yes please.
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mississippi megalops
I have a hard time relaxing. Every hour is structured, how else will life and death get done? and when the warm weather comes and wants my sweat, I kinda freak out.
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vultures over miami
Last week for my job I went to Miami.
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you are not dead, just wow
There is an impulse to not be impulsive.
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hope against hope against the tide
Thanks, moon, for low tide.
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trans-can
Better late than never—I always am.
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au revoir, canada + help me win a kindle!
Packing up, shipping out.
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we came down from the north
I went to Portland, gosh it happened fast.
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recapped
It was safest to walk down the center of the street, Minneapolis iced up mulling deep the responsi-liabilities, post-Christmas economy crash cow, it’s on us, you know. For worshiping idle, being economical, our faults, for knitting our own scarves to keep warm and our pennies, kill ourselves for loonies (MAD MEN!) how we’ll hang from…
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keeping my nose clean
Though several days have passed since the election of the Next President of the United States, I haven’t updated since, and so: My guy won! Woohoo!
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the adventure
For a month I carried my life around in a suitcase.
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it was summer, now it’s autumn
How much longer do I need to learn that everything is temporary.
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minneapolis mer
I’m pretty sure they’re mine. I know they’re mine.
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picktours
I am the spider.
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i bought a mango
Short termed or not or what, I moved here. It’s time to live here.
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fight this
Trekking all over Seattle finds me a tofu corn dog and Chipotle I couldn’t pass up, poetry on the streets sold on scraps and rapped from corners.
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snow day
It’s been raining every day for a month. Saturday afternoon, it started to snow. I forgot the cold, forgave the cloaks on still green leaves, the waxy tropic ovals without a Midwest chance. The home-from-campus bus that normally drags out sighs, claws patience, twists my spine into a hateful slump waste of time delivers a…
