My maximum dead lift weight has increased five pounds.
Perhaps because I have gained five pounds of “muscle”, visible in my quadriceps.
Strength is good. (Repeat to convince).
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Even as strong as I am,
punching you in the face
as hard as i could,
wouldn’t get it out.
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Dig for big.
I’m full but empty.
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My nightmares are feelings. Not like someone is touching me, a feeling as in an emotion.
No pictures, no noises.
I’ve woken up afraid.
I resent sleeping alone because I make it that way.
So now i’ll do three hours of yoga, eat a gigantic omelet layered with my mothers delicious pesto. Or maybe oatmeal with vanilla yogurt, hazelnut butter, and wild blueberries. Maybe both?
I’ll know the answer soon.
I have a real job to go to today. I plan to look fantastic.
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The truth is that I can be my best lover.
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Correction! Espresso is my lover.
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Today I went to the circus.
It was so beautiful I cried. I am convinced that the human body is the most beautiful art of all.
I am going to be in one of his films.
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