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Baby Bird by BreadBear, literature

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Baby Bird

Today I saw a baby bird in a drainage gutter. It was hurt. It was rolling around chirping, presumably for its mother. When I saw it I began to walk faster. When I was a child, my mother asked me to watch a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. My dad would be home soon and she didn’t want him to run the baby bird over. I sat out and watched the baby bird to make sure it was safe. The bird needed help. I could have tried to help it. I could have seen if petting it would calm it down, or if I could at least lift it out of the gutter and set it somewhere cleaner, safer. But I heard other birds chirping, and the main road was nearby.

Things that Remind me of Home,or Make me Feel Home by BreadBear, literature

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Things that Remind me of Home,or Make me Feel Home

Staying up too late. Silence. The pine tree smell in Nara. Orange juice. Waking up late in the morning and being blinded by the light coming in through the window, so I forget where I am for a second. How toothpaste looks when I spit in the sink. Hugging stuffed animals. Hugging. Stout buildings. That pond, but only when I don't notice the trains going by. American music playing outside KFC. Benches. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Eye crust. English language menus with no pictures. Smiles.

Sotsu (Drainage) by BreadBear, literature

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Sotsu (Drainage)

It isn’t stable. My knees push down on my calves push down on my ankles push down on my feet. Everything around me is dark and everything around me is familiar already. My knees buckle and lock and twist and throw themselves forward. My pockets jingle. The ground isn’t stable. When I was a kid I had a recurring nightmare about earthquakes. The ground didn’t shake, it split and tore open and swallowed up people and houses. Cars didn’t go fast enough. Crags punched up in front of me and made mazes and cliffs and it never stopped. Shocks and aftershocks came together until I woke up. The ground is not stable. On the

Yieding and Unyielding by BreadBear, literature

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Yieding and Unyielding

Wielding and unwielding these fingers Nothing to hold but my own No sword no pen no unwieldy instrument with hanging trinkets We have none to wield but us Our tongues lashing and lapping Throwing words forth that go grabbing Our teeth, bearing Our lips, some whiskered some clean Our eyes, tracing Our feet, preventing us from falling Our knees, buckling Our shoulder for pushing or hunching Our hands, also grabbing But mostly our fingers Unawares of the wielding Or unwielding

Future Mock-Ups by BreadBear, literature

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Future Mock-Ups

I could write about robots with my guts. All of them on paper, The kidneys and the pointy teeth. They could meet, together In a junkyard. And it would be dramatic And the movie producers will want it And the directors. I want all of them to read it, All the people I used to know All the people I wish I could have known All the people I forgot and all the people that forgot me Mostly the people that forgot me. And they’d say things about my guts, And they’ll smile And their kids will smile. All my things on the page, except there will be a robot. I think those are neat. It will be fun.

Giving Away the Sky by BreadBear, literature

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Giving Away the Sky

In my dream I was catching clouds Rope them up, and pull them down And if I could I would use them To write a message to you now The clouds were empty, the clouds were green They can tell you anything So write your heart down on that note And don't forget what you wrote Don't look at the sky now Just look at our bones They're twisting and shaping Becoming all our own Feel the rain on you and don't you dare frown let your shadows wander Away from it all Through that cursed valley and into the leaves I know that we'll go there hand in hand I see that sunshine bursting over the lake That we skipped stones in, across the wav

Things Wild by BreadBear, literature

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Things Wild

Trembling leaves, I will always remember the way they engulfed us like the sweetest venus fly trap. Pluto may not be a planet but I was there, feeling like gnawing flesh while gripping black sheets the surface stained with popped sutures The show the stars perform was something, I'm told but how they fell after is what I was there to behold Try out this mismatch It's something like a foot with no toes where my apprehensions are the dice to be thrown Looking back from the rings of debris the mountains stare back and it looks just fucking fine to me

Indecision of a Sneaking Pupil by BreadBear, literature

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Indecision of a Sneaking Pupil

Hello old friend it seems like we just saw each other maybe just a week ago the catalyst the charged you last time has fizzled away and this time nothing is there to push the reaction and yet I feel like I am being guided to a place I just writhed to avoid I cannot know what is right I wish for black and white red and orange aren't cutting it they smear like paints watercolors from projects soon to be ruined from the bomb of what is to come is it a cycle I am going to trap myself in? risk aching and writhing again? or do I take a chance on what I do not know I try to look before I leap but the ledge is just to steep I forc

Old Stomping Grounds,Sincerely by BreadBear, literature

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Old Stomping Grounds,Sincerely

Tell me did I do a good job of burning bridges? I sure hope so I want to see all the ashes in the river And maybe I'll see them in a time where I need a reminder Of what mattered and what didn't You said that I can achieve all my silly dreams Do you really think so? I want them all to light up the night like fireworks after a rainy day, or a deer after a gunshot Oh, you made me smile Write me and tell me all about the newest triumphs or the old defeats I want to hear about everything going there I don't want to feel like I'm across the planet like I feel now Sign sincerely I said We'll see each other sooner than you think

Vulgarity Smiles by BreadBear, literature

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Vulgarity Smiles

fan the grays away run through my hair and push over my skin Even in this condition This is where it'll be perhaps we need a scribble a scratch to tear these pages open and make eveything slow so slow so damn slow so slow Hazard light eyes that I can barely stare through quiet thoughts, I don't want you you said my throat might bleed That sounds good to me put you onto paper push you out my mind It would be easier if I didn't want to save you even though you don't need saving just keep me in mind Because I swear, on this last night I'll steal your smile and lock it away And maybe Always a maybe I can give you that s

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Sotsu (Drainage) by BreadBear, literature

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Sotsu (Drainage)

Yieding and Unyielding by BreadBear, literature

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Yieding and Unyielding

Future Mock-Ups by BreadBear, literature

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Future Mock-Ups

Giving Away the Sky by BreadBear, literature

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Giving Away the Sky

Things Wild by BreadBear, literature

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Things Wild

Indecision of a Sneaking Pupil by BreadBear, literature

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Indecision of a Sneaking Pupil

Old Stomping Grounds,Sincerely by BreadBear, literature

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Old Stomping Grounds,Sincerely

Vulgarity Smiles by BreadBear, literature

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Vulgarity Smiles

Undersized Caps by BreadBear, literature

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Undersized Caps

grips that shake are grips that will not forget our grip shared the same trembles our hands both slid, or fingers both burned but the last grip was the one that was the hardest to let go and now you are gone and now the words will linger and now the advice will be questioned and now I hope that I did the right thing lack of locomotion won't stop us the lights will be off of us as we scream along to the words words we hardly know but words stumbled over so gracefully a brother left me on this night and though he is brash and though he is gaudy his words won't soon leave my head because tomorrow I might need them more than ever

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Como Polvo, Like Dust by kitsune607, literature

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Como Polvo, Like Dust

Cuando era niña, no tenía miedo del oscuro Ni monstruos debajo mi cama Ni brócoli. Estos temores fueron imaginarios…tal vez. Tenía miedo de otras cosas más importantes, Más reales, Como polvo. Pequeño, rápido, omnipresente, Y el anfitrión a enfermedad y los ácaros del polvo. Yo tenía mucho miedo de estos insectos pequeños. ¡¿Conociste que hay entre un cien mil a un millón En tu cuerpo a cualquier momento, comiendo tu piel?! ¡Piensa en esto! Millones de insectos gateando, Multiplicando, Royendo en la carne… ¡Es muy espantoso! Cuando

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Current Residence: BASEMENT.
MP3 player of choice: Zune

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Zdzislaw Beksinski

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Say Anything, The Protomen

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BreadBear

Feb 23, 2013

Hi.

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It's been a long time. A lot has changed. A lot is happening. Everything is very good. Except I'm a wanna-be writer that doesn't write. And I want to change that. So I'll be here a lot more now. I hope its good. I'll post everything, the good and the bad, all the scraps. And it will be fun. Thanks.

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BreadBear

Jul 9, 2010

I'd just re-arrange their furniture

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I finally got around to beating Dragon Age. The last couple hours of the game were so great that I went and started another character right away so I could play through and experience it all over again. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4HSyVXKYz8&feature=related This game looks crazy good. It's called Limbo, and it comes out the end of this month, and I think I'll get it launch day. I haven't been writing at all, I've been busy with friends and work and being outside and such boring things. It was a big goal of mine to write a ton this summer, but it's not worrying me that I haven't been. I think the the inspiration I'm getting from Menomine