Archive for the ‘Addiction’ Category
Note-booth: Words, They Dance
Posted by: justine on: Sat, 05/7/11
- In: Addiction | note-booth | Poetry | Vignette
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Blank untitled notepad, leaving nothing saved Unused sheets of paper, too precious to be stained Collecting ink pens, Scribbling on a coffeehouse planner, Boredom defeated. The glory of a writer. *This note-booth entry was first published Feb. ’10 on author’s personal Tumblr site.
A Shared Addiction
Posted by: justine on: Fri, 05/6/11
- In: Addiction | Personal
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You made us a cup of coffee, no cream. It’s not how you’d make yours, but that’s how I make mine. I love it when you consider what I want. I told you to add more coffee ’cause the liquid looked brownish. I liked mine black, so you added some more. I smiled. You didn’t [...]
Bookmarked: The Lost Symbol*
Posted by: justine on: Mon, 05/2/11
- In: Addiction | Books | Quotes
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*by Dan Brown “Google is not a synonym for research.” “To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wandering about in a great library without touching the books.” “Great minds are always feared by lesser minds.” “The only difference between you and God is that you have [...]
Reawaken
Posted by: justine on: Mon, 04/25/11
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Last time I checked, I still had the freedom to remain quiet. To keep what should be kept. To remain still. Then again, silence proved not to be a cure but an unnecessary burden. It’s time to let the words flow. Again.
Pill-induced Monologue
Posted by: justine on: Thu, 02/17/11
- In: Addiction | Fiction
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If I were these words resting on this web space and I happened to look up and see how a freak titled this blog, I’d be feeling pretty effed up. I’d probably get a cup of bad-ass coffee or drug that so-called freak ’til she realizes how insensitive it is to create that titular description. [...]
