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	<title>Blissqueen</title>
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	<description>Sounding, speaking, shining, burning...</description>
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		<title>On the boulevard</title>
		<description>All the plants and flowers out on
the boulevard parading around like prostitutes.

The girls around here all painted
and up close they look old.
Old faces on young bodies...
(the bodies can catch up later)

Only the dog is sincere
and the man with the blue eyes
who has work to do. </description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2010/02/02/on-the-boulevard/</link>
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		<title>when it breaks</title>
		<description>when it breaks
it is the end of the world
a few moments
fierce and tragic

and then it is the end of the end of the world
and other things come.



Technorati Tags: daily life, puppy </description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2007/07/10/when-it-breaks/</link>
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		<title>small pond</title>
		<description>My dad
had big ideas about who he wanted to be
who he was, deep inside
He also felt small
somehow he ended up in the smallest pond
and still he was not appreciated.
Appreciated enough 
He couldn't quite get the big things out of his head so that others could see them
The things that people ...</description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2007/02/10/small-pond/</link>
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		<title>They were following me</title>
		<description>I went to the police station
it was my first time
in a long time
a different world
one that movies and books didn't
prepare me for.
I was waiting behind her
They were following her.
Who should she call?
When THEY followed her?
what if she was on robertson and they followed her?
and what about doheny?
what should she do ...</description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2007/01/25/they-were-following-me/</link>
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		<title>daily life</title>
		<description>swimming with the alphabet
letters all around
I find the ambulance in the sink
I find some other strange things too.

He melts against me in the evening
little warm one
he copies my yawns languidly
then looks to me sideways and LAUGHS.
Technorati Tags: daily life  </description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2007/01/03/daily-life/</link>
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		<title>cleaned out</title>
		<description>I am clean out of fabulousness
you have to be ruthless to be fabulous 
and you have to brush your hair.

It takes a certain amount of motivation
that I can't seem to muster it right now.
there are too many cobwebs
too many to bat down
Technorati Tags: fabulous </description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2006/08/16/cleaned-out/</link>
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		<title>Contrast Girls</title>
		<description>Contrast Girls

One speaks in swimsuit fashion terms.
One says her name is Jane.
One reveals pitfalls of self-abuse
in the English of her day.

When the phone rings this one curses.
She has no plans for later.
Some girls have names that could be guys’.
This one’s a “freak of nature.”

This one fancy-pantsed her way
across the continent.
And ...</description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2006/07/12/contrast-girls/</link>
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		<title>eclipse</title>
		<description>
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		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2006/07/10/eclipse/</link>
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		<title>Feeding Frenzy</title>
		<description>We used to be like sharks
at sephora
enjoying the high
blood and lipstick all strewn about

then there was the long white leather jacket
with the flowers and 
the pink leather boots

I can't even remember what I got.

The old things don't work anymore.
The Japanese objects
the sparkles
the blue hair woven into my own.

I have drwers ...</description>
		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2006/05/31/feeding-frenzy/</link>
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		<title>Little Shell</title>
		<description>there is a mark on the inside of my forearm 
like a little shell 
from his ear that had been pressed there sleeping 
warm and snoring 

If I could have that mark there forever 
like a stain of this moment 
I would
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		<link>http://www.blissqueen.com/2006/01/26/little-shell/</link>
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