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Paige Sydney. Welcome to the imagination station. My thoughts and things that put a dent in them.

obsessions: maroon, writing, poetry, letters, bruises, ice that lasts till the end of your drink, black straws, guitar, coffeecoffeecoffee, fox, singing, dreams, nightmares, good veiws, large windows, eyedoctors, new toothbrushes, socks that dont match, scarves, 5 dollar sun glasses, katchup in glass bottles, mechanical pencils, wine, skin.

Hates: weedwackers, being indecisive, automatic toilet flushers, capital letters, chipped nail polish, the word hamper, bandaids, feeling empty.

You do not always know what I am feeling. 
Last night in the warm spring air while I was 
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest
me, it was love for you that set me 
afire,

and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of 
strangers my most tender feelings 
writhe and 
bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, 
isn’t there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn’t
you like the eggs a little

different today?
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding.