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Nov. 11th, 2009 | 10:51 pm

No one knows this but sometimes I hide from my kids.
No one knows this but sometimes I sleep with my bra on.
No one knows this but sometimes I let myself get squashed.

One time everyone thought I was sad but i wasn't sad I just didn't feel like talking. Or laughing. Or eating.
I didn't.
But I wasn't sad.
We have never lived inside my head, she said. How do we know?
Because we're all human, he said.
So I don't know what it tastes like when you brush your teeth and you don't know what it feels like when my kids slaps me in the face.

Do we talk to each other? Do we not talk to each other? Have you ever sat in a room full of people and picked at your jeans and smelled the onions coming off you and watched while things got hot and tight?


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from: gab
date: Nov. 12th, 2009 07:01 am (UTC)

I was just thinking about you earlier today, wondering when you'd post again. You have the most interesting observations.

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