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black with white veins

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. We were frozen in time, embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw him; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his wool peacoat was […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, marble, New York, subconscious

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invite me in

September 17, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Her face was covered in scabs. They were as bright and permanent as her skin tight clothes. “The doors are wet. They’ve just been refinished. Be careful as you’re walking around. That’s why it smells in here. You might get high.” I sat my bags down. “An additional benefit.” The husband perked up, showing a coffee and nicotine stained grin through a thick, brown beard. “’An additional benefit.’ Yeah, yeah – AN ADDITIONAL BENEFIT! That’s funny.” Husband shuffled the perimeter […]

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abracadabra, you’re approachable!

September 16, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Approachability is something I’ve never researched, but I have it. (Adding it to the “one of these days I’ll read about __________” list.) Having it puts you in a lot of interesting situations if you agree to get into them, like letting a guy you just met throw you a magic show birthday party. I invited a handful of people, including my sister and a few of her friends. It was a mixed crowd: underagers, my sarcastic high school crew […]

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stalling

September 16, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

The bathroom stalls were covered in a plastic laminate, textured to look like granite. Though the surfaces were modeled to look like something hard and tough, they were practically in shambles. There was a solid, operating door in front of me, but the partition to my left was missing – nothing left but rusted screws and hinges covered in mdf dust. I could chat with and smell anyone who chose to drop their feces there. People I had never met […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: bathroom stall, Dream, subconscious

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21

September 8, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

The uniform I had to wear was ill fitting. Looking in the mirror was looking at a sack of potatoes on it’s way to private school. I was at an age where I wanted to show off my body and owned a sewing machine and tumble dryer. It only took a few hours to shrink the garments and take in the waists on the cardigans and shirts. The cardigan no longer buttoned. My left and right breasts were rivals, creating […]

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topography

August 28, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I felt you last night in my dream. There was a baby bat motionless in the grass, it’s thin, silvery skin draped over a few inches of lawn. I was so excited about picking it up with my trembling fingers and running into the house to show you this rare thing I had discovered…in the middle of the morning no less. But as I bent down to pluck its quivering body from the damp blades, it flew away – in a stuttered, batty fashion – but […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: dreams, love letter

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“Every day you …

August 28, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“Every day you make me proud.” He was at the kitchen sink peeling golden beets when he said that. He’s my best friend, my lover, my reason, and at that moment, he was the father I never had.

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nick cave: good day

August 25, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

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logic

August 24, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Mom and dad always get nervous when sister or I take rides from strangers. I was going to drive to LA last weekend but lost by license somewhere during the walk from the laundry room to the car. Since I like to speed, I thought it’d be better to be a passenger with a licensed driver and found one through craigslist’s rideshare. When I told my parents, they responded with, “Who are you riding with? Do you know them? Are […]

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for you

August 22, 2013 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

For many people, being wanted is a long, painful battle. Just to live life and to feel like a needed human being we have to arm ourselves with artillery and pick a side. The common gal combats love with a mist of perfume on her neck and stained lips. She wins her dinner party by going to Whole Foods to pick up a steaming quart of rice pilaf and comes home to serve it in Heath ceramic bowls. But for […]

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