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Unfortunately It’s All Downhill From There…
by Overheard In New York (overheardnyc)
at April 24th, 2014 (05:12 am)

Guy Clubber: Hey, Shorty!!
Girl Clubber: Ya?
Guy Clubber: I just got to tell you that you have the best forehead I’ve ever seen…but don’t get too cute.
Girl Clubber: Umm…OK? –Club NV, Soho Overheard by: Debony Miller

They Make My Ass Cry Brown Tears
by Overheard In New York (overheardnyc)
at April 24th, 2014 (04:11 am)

Woman on cell: I think they put onions in my sandwich. I’m running home now, let me call you when I get off the toilet. –Park Slope Overheard by: Anne C.

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My tweets
by Janet Chui (marrael)
at April 24th, 2014 (12:00 pm)

  • Thu, 11:39: Too awake to sleep last night, wrote a long-ass post about Chinese beliefs around death, and more #opinion
  • Thu, 11:40: Sigh, the stuff that I get caught up in
  • Thu, 11:43: RT @sadydoyle: If you want epic non-reality: Joan D. Vinge's "Snow Queen Cycle." High-stakes fantasy politicking, with mostly-female charac…

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I am stretched on/your/oh my.
by The Pea (mekkavandexter)
at April 20th, 2014 (05:47 pm)

it’s a writing/Johnny Hollow (specifically as I wrote this? Their cover of “I am Stretched on Your Grave”) kind of morning. The words were moving like tiny feet in quicksand yesterday but today they are all molasses in january. The writing, more than anything else I’ve found, keeps one honest. And often frustrated. I’m a bit moshed, right now, with where things Are and where they are Going. I know the basics, but not the meaty bits inbetween. I keep thinking I should outline. I’ve already gone off the plan by writing scenes out of order. Well, two. But, for me? Two is impressive, and strange. I have new characters, and a second coffee shop and a tall bony man who for me looks a lot like Richard O’Brien in Rocky Horror (a movie I can’t stand, PS), but not exactly. I want him tall and awkward and lanky and strange, but most of all he is going to be kind. And his name is going to be Charles or Adam or Martin. Something simple, and easy to believe.

Today’s book is going to be:

zombies and alices, oh my

alice in zombieland


I was on such a roll with the reading, and then it went boom, but I want to get back to it. The neverending horror of winter slowed everything down. Today it is pretending to be spring, and I might go for a walk. Or I might just put the house back together again – the spring purged opened up all of the cupboards and apparently I can’t get the remaining stuff back where it belongs by sheer force of will.

stupid not really being a witch.



Ps: his name is actually Borick, apparently.


If Not Dick, Then Dictionaries
by Overheard In New York (overheardnyc)
at April 24th, 2014 (03:10 am)

Woman: If I don’t find a guy I want to date within the next year, then I’m going back to school. –B3 Restaurant, Avenue B Overheard by: Laura Walker

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titles change but the past remains…
by The Pea (mekkavandexter)
at March 3rd, 2014 (08:48 pm)

I am not afraid of dying, not the part where things go-that-way to stop, more the part where it does.  Stop. When the lights that were left to flicker finally go off.

I’m fine with the pain, whatever bone-snap, back-break, everything bleeding arc of white that seizes all of the things.

I’m afraid of death. Of the tears, of the late-night replay of home movies filmed with smartphones, played back under afghans three-times stitched to secure the holes.

Bigger than holes, some hurt goes on forever. It’s why there are dark marks on the fade of my tee-shirt and Haven’s mark on my wrist. I’m waiting, anyway. Bus is late and the fare needs ten more cents than I have. Day late, dollar short, and the cliche doesn’t matter.

I’m breathing.

He’s not.

But I’ve got his name, mark, sigil-twisted, there every time I look down. It’s memory, it’s guilt.

When your brother Falls,

it’s customary to catch him.

But I didn’t.



this is the beginning of what I thought might be “A Single Murder (Ballad)”, but is probably Gingerbread, instead, and I should probably figure that out soon (it is) and re-name the file, and pretend I’m not starting a YA novel loosely based on hansel/gretel (this case: Haven and Grace), and finish the 300 other things I am working on instead.


I Was Also Afraid Of How He Made Me Feel
by Overheard In New York (overheardnyc)
at April 24th, 2014 (02:07 am)

HS guy: He’s just so irritatingly flamboyant. The first day of class I didn’t want to sit in the front row. I was afraid he’d burst into flames. –4 Train Overheard by: Kaitlen

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by badgerbag (badgerbag)
at April 23rd, 2014 (07:34 pm)

I am doing a lot! Too much! Yet not enough.

Since Zond7 left Monday night I have suddenly degenerated from my smug routine, forget to eat meals, and there is laundry everywhere. somehow instead of writing extra poetry and living in a nice neat environment I have entered odd workaholic and not taking care of myself mode.

Weird! Instructive!

I think it is also the tramadol and extra coffee. Must fix that tomorrow.

Tea only after 1 cup of coffee, and no tramadol after .. umm..... 1pm?

I wrote to the EFF as i said i would, yesterday i did a fun zine reading thing at DU, I worked quite hard, went to all the meetings ever fucking invented, and hacked some portals whicih was super relaxing and fun, and grocery shopped.

i read from a funny old zine and a section from a newish poem that i think is nearly done.

Cannot do enough at work to feel like i'm on top of things or truly competent. HOw to limit things????? why do i keep on taking more responsiblity?

i do not want to burn out.

also i went to 2 doctor appointments which while not specially stressful or hard, and i went in a cab, were still stressful and hard.

i miss zond7 quite a lot!

i think i need to strictly enforce some hours off even if i can't take a whole day ... which i don't feel that i can....

But There’s No ‘Where’ There
by Overheard In New York (overheardnyc)
at April 24th, 2014 (01:03 am)

Chick: So where in Iowa are you from? –UES

Now That You Mention It…
by Overheard In New York (overheardnyc)
at April 23rd, 2014 (08:58 pm)

Crazy Old Lady: I can’t do it. What could I do? Do you want to kill me? –Bensonhurst

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