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		<title>Will You Be My Imaginary Friend?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 21:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Seeking smart nerdy type that can run faster than a speeding bullet and tolerate a moody alpha female. Kryptonite-toting-Caesar-complex twerps need not apply.

 So I have a Superman complex, you already hate me so do me a favor and shut up.

Most many people have their own version of the ideal person for them that's based on looks and how that person will act and make them feel all of the time. Many call this person their soul mate or “the one.” The truth is your soul mate is actually your imaginary friend.

 Everyone is running around looking for their imaginary friend to buddy up with for the rest of a very imaginary life. Imaginary kids that will do just as you tell them to do. Imaginary youth for eternity. Perfection. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the end is never as we imagined it would be</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 07:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh woe, the brown girl said. I’ve got nothing left to give. My breath run thin, my heart turned cold. My light fled south to the depths of Hades, where even the brightest star has turned its back on me. Its light smothered in the blackness of my plight, my struggle, my pain.

Oh leave me be. I’ve got nothing left to give. Sucked dry of my milk, my laugh, my hope; you look at me with expectation that I should give you the rest. But I’ve already told you. I ain’t got nothin' left to give.

Here I die beneath the hot salty sands of another world. No heaven for me. I was too much the fool to get on that boat. Gave my seat to another thinking he was best than me. Ride high the clouds yonder across the red sea to a reality, much better than this. But no not for me. I don’t deserve nothin' good. This girl stands here alone. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Secrets</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2010 22:34:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When the sky is at its blackest, the streets at their quietest, it is then that I allow my thoughts to run to him. I envision his face, his back, his hands, his legs as clear as day as I hide behind the cloak of night. When no mirrors can expose the guilt I feel as I yearn for the caress of his hands against my naked thighs or the shiver that runs course through my body at his unwavering gaze.

The one who hurt me and of whom I should no longer care; I play a game of bygones during the day, but beneath the anonymity of the blackest nights, when even the moon hides its face, I fall weak and wander back into the solace of his arms. My unyielding love for him exposed. I suffer to feel his breath run rivers along my neck; his lips against mine; his tongue protruding the insides of my mouth in search of the answers he so desperately needs. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the A Train</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 02:17:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The cool stone bottom brushes my brown skin, its coarse texture scraping the soft flesh. The pain comforting as I submerge deeper. I hold my breath, the feeling heightens. I spread my wings as feathers fall away, the bottom too coarse for their delicate nature. It's my stop, the A train to High Street. I float down the sunny Brooklyn sidewalk to a place unknown. People mill around me, others walk with determination. They have someplace to be. Right now. Actually, yesterday. It’s New York. Everyone, everything is late. Always. Rush to get there. It was due yesterday, five minutes ago, a second ago. 

A movie with a view. The Statue of Liberty stands in the background. Her arms tired from holding that goddamn torch.  Stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by everywhere as others look to her for something she can’t give. Never could. Never will.

A picnic. Food. Laughter. Wine. Red please. I don’t care for White. Three yellow plastic cups later I'm high as I float across the cold wet grass, contented with the unyielding pain. The crude bottom ripping, scraping at my delicacies tickles my fancy. I could have sex right now. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ode to the Modern Day Spinster</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 01:15:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Years ago a single woman past twenty-five was surely on her way to spinsterhood. By thirty what upstanding man would have anything to do with her? These days women have worked to loosen those pressures but to what avail? We can work and take care of ourselves easily without the support of a man. But if the natural instinct to cuddle up with someone kicks in the obstacle of finding a decent loyal guy to snuggle up beside you is like mission impossible.

In the past six months I’ve had The Fade pulled on me and not by some three or four month fling. I’ve known the guy over a decade and we’d been hanging out seven months before The Fade move. And it wasn’t even a fade. It was more of a “not speaking to me anymore type thing” with no explanation. No argument. No conversation. Just cut off.

Hurt, I meditated and fasted to get over my pain and availed to keep my head up. I met a new guy who seemed super interested and took my time to get to know him. One month in though I came to realize he was looking for someone to pay his bills. I’m not an ATM. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>These Cowardly Lions are in Need of a Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 18:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a recent conversation with friends we got to talking about men and women here in New York City. I freely admitted that many New York women are aggressive and hostile. From those low calorie diets and long hours in the office coupled with the need to control everything in their lives, including their men, New York women can be quite off putting if not downright offensive sometimes.

The worse of it all is these women take this aggressiveness as a badge of honor of what it means to be a New York woman. Sorry, I’ll pass. Witty, smart, fire cracker, beautiful, alluring, sexy and independent does not mean grabbing every guy by the balls and twisting them off his body. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I’d Like to Return This Cookie Cutter. No, I Don’t Have a Receipt!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 01:34:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’m sitting on the M2 express bus this afternoon as the driver expertly dips in and out of rush hour traffic on Madison Avenue. The air conditioning blows throughout the bus full throttle creating a moving refrigerator. So cold in fact one needs a sweater, but no one complains as the alternative is the hot and muggy temps outside.

I got on the bus early so I got a window seat far enough back that I wouldn’t have to worry about giving my seat up to the elderly, handicap or pregnant. Not that I mind but hey if I can keep my seat without guilt, I prefer that option. With my IPod crooning old school Usher into my ears and the bus too packed to back seat drive I look out of the window. Block after block I see men and women leaving work and rushing down the street. At first I didn’t notice it but then after a few blocks it was impossible not to see how much everyone looked the same. The men were all wearing dark or khaki colored pants with blue, white or light pink button down oxford shirts. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Girl You Ain&#8217;t Got No Skilz</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 01:08:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’m pissed off and feeling desperate all at the same time. It’s a horrible feeling. In the past four months I’ve been kicked off of unemployment twice because I ran out time to collect my allocated benefits. If they’ll only release one check a week how the hell do I run out of time to collect them? I’m ready to go kick someone’s ass down at somebody’s state office somewhere here in the city. Oh, wait. Damn! I have no money on my metro card. Well, when I get my next check I’ll be down there!

In the meantime I’ve been looking for cash only gigs to help me illegally supplement my unemployment benefits while I look for a job and finish draft two of my novel. After an in-depth perusal on craigslist I realize that my business degree and corporate experience, global or not, has really left me at a disadvantage. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Land of Make-Believe</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 03:57:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Remember the days of imaginary friends? In my early years I freely talked to myself and at times freaked my mother out to think there was someone else in our house, only to find me in deep conversation with no one but me. An only child until five years old it was a great way to keep myself company.

Fast forward a couple of decades and talking to an imaginary person out loud is not so cute. Sure we mumble things aloud at times as our mind races continuously without pause, but the full blown imaginary friend conversation days are over. So, if that’s the case and imaginary conversations are no longer acceptable in adult society why are there so many people accusing each other of imaginary shit. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Leap of Faith</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 21:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keisha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You’re standing on the edge of a cliff. The sun is quickly setting off in the horizon and night will be upon you before you know it. If you don’t jump now you won’t have the benefit of daylight and instead you’ll be jumping off into a black abyss. It’s now or never.

You’ve made this jump before, countless times. Yet, each time you stand there as anxiety and fear grips at your chest and clogs your throat. Your stomach churns into a knot and you're frozen with fright as self-sabotaging thoughts race through your mind. What if you don’t jump far enough only to land on top the jagged rocks below? What if you jump too far and miss the soft waters of the lake all together? [...]]]></description>
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