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the guns you hold stole your breath,
took your name,
i don't know what it's like after all,

i only write things down because i have the time.
i only have seen pictures.
i only send email forwards and read articles.
JROTC in high school is my joke i tell
people.

you and i mutually have a discipline:
daily jumping jacks and daily stanzas.
a shift with a rifle and a shift with a pen.
these comparisons are too easy to make
and still we have a problem calling
to ask, "do you miss your mom?"

our mamas are finally together,
making their foods like bent over back
instead this time no tears.

i never told you that i am terrible with
directions, but can faultlessly find my auntie's
tombstone. the song of a sister's tears
give a strong perimeter and i always watched
this.

here we are still living and even
the punching of keyboard keys or
the dial tone are the ways we run
away from each other.

TUMBLR:

brown tranny laments

i shall be here for my spurt and short attention span "journaling."
you will find pop culturalism, fandom, buffy, tossed w/ a little social
justice critique. this will be less personal. if you want the
meaty and gutsy stuff, LJ will be my tried and true.

current buffyverse moment provided by

fyeahwillowrosenberg:

i have decided to code my current emotions in
song lyrics. i like cryptic shit. i am juiced up
and have been eating healthy things to counter
the shrugging and hopelessness. here's me a la song
lyrics:


ajoy
cause i love the way you call me baby and
youuuuu take me the way i am.
(ingrid michaelson)


while in chicago
how can they look into my eyes
and still they don't believe me ?
how can they hear me say those words
still they don't believe me ?
and if they don't believe me now
will they ever believe me ?
(the smiths)


coming back to jersey city/nyc
i need this here
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown
i need this here
old train to breakdown
let me please break down
(handsome boy modeling school)

http://www.campuspride.org/hotlist2009.asp


i'm a hot rising star. i'm going to chicago and then to LA.
let's hang out please? i'm in need of the following:

-jibaritos.
-ppl who would like to cook with/for me.
-laughter laughter.
-tacos & horchata until i feel sick.
-gay dancing.
-some late night tea.
-cheap thai food.
-perhaps a potluck.
-perhaps a game of pool or some bowling.

mmhmm that's right. i've been writing a lot, just not
the usual poems or letters. havea  look! if you have
any recipes youw anna share, i wuold love to collaborate,
interview, and post your culinary dopeness on my blog.

more artists/organizers/educators/people of justice
contributing, the better!

http://recipesforthepeople.blogspot.com/

if you have any questions or an idea you want
to share, email me: kaybarrett@gmail.com