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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Espresso Stories, 14 August 2011

Just keep telling yourself that you're crazy...that's the only way you'll know you're not.

She didn't think she was fat; she just wanted more than anything for there to be less of her.

Sometimes I feel like indigo: part of the rainbow, but always left out.

he was the greatest tease there ever was. the invisible dancer.

standing over his newborn child, he'd never felt more pregnant in his entire life.

"I could never marry a man who didn't give me a diamond," She said nonchalantly over their anniversary dinner. So he kept the plastic gum ball machine ring in his pocket, sadly realizing that she wasn't the girl for him.

She tied a scarf around her neck; it was a hot summer day, but she figured better a scarf that a noose.

I don't care what anyone else thinks, my momma says I'm pretty enough to be a prostitute.

The problem with living a lie is that often times, it becomes true.

never again will I trust someone who lists their occupation as a fudge packer.

a hole in the heart is easier to fix than a hole in the head.

dreams are born from pain: fluorescent colorful bombs waiting to explode with all of our hopes of escape.

People think that I don't take advantage of the sunny days, but they just don't understand that rainy is my favorite kind of weather.

I don't know whether to love or hate the fact that I will always be in love with you.

When my boyfriend calls you "faggit" and "homo", I will have him know that even though although he gropes these breasts he will never touch the heart within my chest because that will always be yours.

I'm writing you love letters with every word I say, and every look you give me back says "RETURN TO SENDER-- ADDRESS NOT FOUND".

You are not a dog, so when the world asks you to play dead while they strip away your morals and laugh at your humiliation you better well refuse.

The next time I wrap my arms around you I'll expect you to turn blue.

It's easy to fall to hell; good luck climbing back to heaven.

It had come to the point where the only warmth she ever got was the laundry, fresh out of the dryer.


--Julie, Patti, Mark, and Christie

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