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Friday (music)

Because I love playing this on Guitar Hero. Yes, I play Guitar Hero.  (So lame.) (edit to add – I just realized that I’ve already posted this song on this blog. Double lame.)

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poof – all gone

all freebie chaps are gone!

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If anyone would like a review copy of my chapbook or just a copy for your reading pleasure, email me with your addy and I’ll send you a copy, free of charge.

rachelmallino@gmail.com

Happy Thursday.

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Bah.

I’m sick. I’m not sure if it’s a head cold or severe allergies. Either way, I feel like poo-poo.

In other news, I’m biting my nails in anticipation about my second chap MS submission. I’m starting to get that feeling of dread. It always happens this way – it comes down to the wire and then BAM, the rejection. I’ve actually started sketching out artwork for the cover. I really shouldn’t do such things. Someone will need to wipe the tears from my eyes.

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Friday Poem

Item # 1.05: Balthus’ The Living Room by Claire Hero

The plain girl is a secret.  A very plain girl is Susan.
That’s she. We are a giantess. Imp.
We’re fourteen and changing.  We’re almost.

Sometimes we’re three.  Sometimes we’re she-
who-must-be-obeyed.  Who? Sometimes we’re
into more trifle than trollop what?  A crush

of brown plush?  A bowl of wax fruit?
A skirt? A Doll? And will we?
Do we grow?  You revolt.

We have apparatuses.  We’ve limbs.
For years they lived in far countries, eating the streets, and now
they’ve returned.  Hello, husband.  Hello, daughter.

Goodbye, milktooth.  Adios, grin.
Oh!  But one of us chose the wallflower.
She’s she.  She’s nobody’s sister.

– from Cabinet (dancing girl press, 2008) by Claire Hero.

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Friday Poem…what???

instead….

God. I’m. In. Love. All. Over. Again.

Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
This floor is crackling cold
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

Driven by the strangled vein
Showing no mercy I do it again
Open up your eye
You keep on crying, baby
I’ll bleed you dry
The skies are blinking at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

And it’s coming closer
And it’s coming closer

You, shimmy shook my bone
Leaving me stranded all in love on my own
What do you think of me
Where am I now? Baby where do I sleep
Feel so good but I’m old,
2000 years of chasing taking its toll

And it’s coming closer

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Coolest Thing…….Ever

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