tomatomaria's new clothes

signing out (i guess)

2008-04-23T12:43:38Z

i'm sick of this blog. seriously. i realized how much the other day when i tried rereading some of my entries all the way to stuff i posted early last year and i can't get over how pretentious and totally fake i sometimes sound. i know that some ...

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The nightmare that is VistaMar

2008-04-21T08:20:25Z

You can tell if someone's a beach person if: S/he has already stocked up on good bathing suits by January. S/he calls swimsuit store attendants by their first names and knows stuff about their personal lives. When you mention a particular swi...

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round robin

2008-04-13T13:20:44Z

1. I'm supposed to do an article today. I've finished gathering data but I just can't seem to start it. It's an article; unlike Paolo Coelho novels, it's supposed to begin somewhere. I guess I'm having a hard time with it because it's something ...

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beach weather

2008-04-08T14:18:19Z

Her body has never been right for beach weather. At the first signs of summer rays, she tries to take a peak at herself in the mirror. It never seemed enough enough; it was not the same as any other girls'. It was always her own --everytime much ...

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Clumsy Guys

2008-04-08T13:44:19Z

The woman is crying like a dragon because I am a poet. No wonder. Poetry is a sacred machine, a lackey of an unknown deity who is killing as if by conveyor belt. How many times I'd be dead, if I hadn't kept cool, taken it easy and been complet...

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happiness is?

2008-04-08T13:39:02Z

I suppose I should confess: there are things I know in myself that are involved in the way I feel about Rosealice. I understand about the typing, for example. It has always seemed to me that if I could find the one thing I liked, really liked, to...

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a story in a story

2008-04-08T13:21:52Z

I used to want you to write about me; the way you wrote about her. Story after poem after tidbit of useless adulation -- I wanted all of those. But I never told you this because if I had, I'd feel selfish and stupid and, of course, who would want...

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Darkling,

2008-04-06T03:28:24Z

When I saw you yesterday, all manner of expression eluded me. I could hardly believe it when they mentioned it: you are from the city I so love, the city that I have and will always call home. I could imagine you roaming those sultry streets. You...

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no cinderella

2008-04-05T12:32:04Z

Two weeks ago, M and I got the idea that in order for you not to be left by anyone, you should render yourself indispensible in that particular person's life. Indispensible meaning: you have to make an irreversible mark on almost every aspect of ...

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exercise #25

2008-03-31T14:02:12Z

half the time, i fall in love with women. during those hours, i realize that they are so much more interesting than men. every woman seems to emanate mystery; especially when she is quiet, when you can't tell whether she is happy or sad. women ha...

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