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Abbey road (April 24, 2014)

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driving home the heat seeps in through the cracks of the doors

and I impatiently wait for the cars in front of me to come to a stand still

and the green lights to catch on fire

so that I can perch the new literary journal

atop my decaying steering wheel

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and I find myself wishing for elementary school buses

that would taxi me without fare or gas compensation

and I could put my knees up on the melting blue plastic in front of me

and lose myself in a series about vigilantes turning into animals

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but no now I have to catch glimpses of a struggling writer in Buffalo

losing her spine whenever she gets up to walk away

between following cars that drive eight miles under the speed limit

and dealing with those who expect me to anticipate their impromptu turns

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and yay the next red light has arrived

so I lift up my journal again

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but something in the top field of my vision catches my eye

a movement of some kind

it is a burned out cigarette bud

with the wind pushing it across the crosswalk

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and I cannot help but smile as I imagine

that the tiny tan cylinder is aspiring

to be George Harrison

Ringo Starr

Paul McCartney

or John Lennon

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we are all dreamers

right

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November 5, 2012 at 5:53 PM | Post Permalink | 6,543 notes

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He doesn’t like posing for my pictures.

February 20, 2012 at 6:21 PM | Post Permalink | 2 notes

Volunteered today at a booth at the fair at Good Shepard. We were the very last time slot, so we got to help tear down the booth. Had an extra half hour. Walked around with Genesis and Jason and Brian and Garrett. No money. Ran into Burke and Franco. Jason gave me a potato ball. Got me some mardi gras beads. Fun. <3

February 19, 2012 at 8:30 PM | Post Permalink | 1 note

I love how he sits in the back seat of the car with me, and how he always goes for my hand, pretty much first thing. I lovelovelove it. Or how when he starts walking away, he holds his hand out behind him for me to grab. That boy. Mm mmm mmmm.

I love how he sits in the back seat of the car with me, and how he always goes for my hand, pretty much first thing. I lovelovelove it. Or how when he starts walking away, he holds his hand out behind him for me to grab. That boy. Mm mmm mmmm.

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February 4, 2012 at 9:13 PM | Post Permalink | 368,971 notes

Today was actually really amazing.(: Right after I got home from school Derrick drove me to the park where I met up with Adrian, who was awaiting with a basketball. We walked to the basketball court and he started teachin’ me ball, yo. It was so cute. He knew his shit, brah. Apparently, I wasn’t as turrible as he expected, and I improved, and he’s proud of me.((: He taught me to dribble and shoot and take two steps and then shoot and I can’t take the ball from him while he’s dribbling, but I sure as hell can be defensive and strip the ball from him. :D We took mini breaks (for my sake) where we just sat next to the hoop and chilled. <3 It was sweet. (: I’m going to miss his facial hair when he shaves it off for Homecoming. Sigh. He brought chewy granola bars for us to eat afterwards. (: it was great. and then we chilled, Alex and Adrian style. Fuck yes. The park’s our place, yo. And then. hehe. Great overall day. (: I love you.

November 9, 2011 at 9:34 PM | Post Permalink | 18 notes

I was pissed &#8216;cause him and Paige had just attacked me with tickle-ing.

I was pissed ‘cause him and Paige had just attacked me with tickle-ing.

September 18, 2011 at 8:51 PM | Post Permalink | 5 notes

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I like to be called Alex. I have a strong Portuguese heritage. I'm nineteen and still trying to find my place in the world. I'm working on giving more structure to my life. I've fallen in love with the nature of words. Music is a distraction from life. I thoroughly enjoy surrounding myself with positive people. When I love, I love hard. I believe in God. (:








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