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The Rocking Chair

The creaking of the rocking chair could be heard for miles if everyone stopped and listened closely. It could be smelled too; a sharp, nurturing cedar scent that floated on down an empty dirt road some city official had jokingly named Harvard Boulevard. It was funny because everyone knew there was no Harvard in the sleepy town and barely any streets (let alone boulevards). Still, they had the man and his chair and that was something. They did not wonder why he sat there day after day, nor did they wonder why he was alone. It was normal to them and almost expected of the quiet man. After all, what else is there fo

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The Rocking Chair The creaking of the rocking chair could be heard for miles if everyone stopped and listened closely. It could be smelled too; a sharp, nurturing cedar scent that floated on down an empty dirt road some city official had jokingly named Harvard Boulevard. It was funny because everyone knew there was no Harvard in the sleepy town and barely any streets (let alone boulevards). Still, they had the man and his chair and that was something. They did not wonder why he sat there day after day, nor did they wonder why he was alone. It was normal to them and almost expected of the quiet man. After all, what else is there fo The Rocking Chair
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Nueve VidasThey called her nine lives.
There was no guess as to how many of those nine lives she had left and if you asked her, and we did, she’d say “I have enough.”
“So why are you still here, nueve vidas? You’re alone here now. Your husband has died. Your children have grown. You live alone, all alone. Don’t you miss your country?”
The neighbourhood creeps closer to the windows to hear her answer.
There is a pause.
Her dark hands hold her skinny cigarette to her lips. She breathes it in. She’s a shadow behind a colourful curtain and cracked glass. She says “This is good enough. Everythi Nueve Vidas
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Destination: Happiness IntroThe most vivid memory I have is of flames licking the popcorn ceiling in our music room. I was five at the time, and living with my parents in our manor in upstate NY. My parents had been fighting that night, as they did nearly every night in the first twelve years of my life. Their yelling made no sense to me at five years young age but the emotion was there. Their thinly veiled hate was clear to me even as a child. Somewhere between the usual sound of broken glass and my father’s conceding cry, I looked over to my clock. Huge red numbers blinked in the dark. It was two in the morning. I stared at the numbers but wasn’t really looking at the Destination: Happiness Intro
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JasmineCain breathed slow and swayed to the air. He held up his hand to the light and saw through it. The traffic lights blurred into one big Christmas tree and he laughed, stumbling down to the ground. It had been ten years since his first taste and the sweetness never went away.
“This is good,” he said and picked up the rolled up dollar bill. He snorted another line and shook his head rapidly. He leaned back against the brick and looked over at his girlfriend Jasmine. She was a tall woman. No, more like a tall girl with big brown eyes that still asked many questions. Tonight her eyes were glazed over and red. She sat down next to him, Jasmine
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Fri Oct 21, 2005, 6:46 AM

If anyone can guess which movie my subject quote comes from I'll give you an imaginary cookie!

Being sick sucks, you know? Being tired feels even worse. I barely have the energy to even write. How...painful.

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Current Residence: New York City
Interests: Figure it out.
Favourite movie: Nightmare Before Christmas, Mambo Italiano, Velvet Goldmine
Favourite band or musician: AFI, Brand New, Coheed and Cambria, Tool
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite poet or writer: Esmeralda Santiago
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: ...what is this MP3 you speak of?
Shell of choice: Turtle...wait what was the question?
Favourite game: Zelda owns your ass.
Favourite gaming platform: Gamecube
Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck
Personal Quote: Yes, it is supposed to say Adam and Steve. That's what you get for reading the translation.
Tools of the Trade: My Bic Pen