Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 28, 2004 10:57 PM Tonight is going to be like my own trip on the Hogwarts Express. Forget here to there, it’s going to be one world to another, all that I…
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Theme
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 26, 2004 11:22 PM The theme of this is bitter. It is the taste of now and what you should know, and how sorry I am to see you get lost by…
Glitch
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 12, 2004 08:32 PM There never was a perfect system, or never a flawed one that could be fixed or rectified. He rode the glitches as best he could, he turned from…
Timing
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 11, 2004 07:54 PM What else mattered? What could be said or done or tried again, now? His timing was never right. Things fell… The sun went down and we walked out,…
Borrow
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 7, 2004 07:34 PM Borrow this, it’s red and big and beating and can do you and everything and one a lot of good. Borrow it, come on, if it’s just borrowing,…
Essential
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 6, 2004 08:18 PM There was so much to bring! He put it all on the bed – the pack, shoes, boots, sandals, 5 pairs of underwear, 6 shirts, some flashlights, a…
Second
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword October 3, 2004 10:44 AM The second to the last was the hardest, when it wasn’t the last look or the last kiss or the last mile before the airport. The second time…
Less
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword September 22, 2004 10:39 PM Less is more, so many say and so few do. More is more, less is the stuff not of simplicity but of simpletons. Whatever. Whoever. However. Make do,…
Vague
Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword at September 19, 2004 07:46 PM “Give me an answer.” “What do you want me to say?” “Whatever you have to say.” “That’s pretty vague.” “It beats total evasiveness.” “Just tell me what…
Stereo
Posted by Anthony on oneword, September 10, 2004 07:49 AM Bumpdabump blastdablast everyone listened and everyone talked, amidst the sizzle and smell of garlic in the pan. Moby sailed through 18 tracks, small speakers on the counter the size of…
