https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-528-sigmund-freud-s-sewing-machine The personal space of Lauren Singer en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 16:22:49 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7543-a-gentle-loneliness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7543-a-gentle-loneliness we sat on the floor going through catalogs of expensive birthday cakes and studded tiaras for sweet sixteens. you were rolling a joint, balancing a thick book on your knees and we were laughing about this one cake with a french maid carved into the top, her bosom a heave of icing, like a sweet-toothed fantasy. nothing about you was rehearsed and i liked that. everyone else had gone to bed, we laughed so loud someone banged something heavy on the floor above to quiet us. the kid who brought the garbage bag full of baguettes left two loafs on ... more freudmamaspank Sigmund Freud's Sewing Machine Mon, 18 Feb 2008 22:18:44 GMT /section-528-sigmund-freud-s-sewing-machine#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7543 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7543 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7543 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7544-latter-day-lovers https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7544-latter-day-lovers he stands up a little too fast, trips over his shoes (they are too big) scratches the side of his temple. "you ever get used to sleeping alone?" clock an hour fast since yesterday, another thing to be fixed and re-wired, i shrug. not much for embellishing blushed cheeks or surprise these days. "why? you wanna stay over?" rising from the bed, i walk over to him, tugging the bottle of bourbon from his stick fingers i harsh back a swallow annihilating the ever-human reluctance of candid motions. he turns up a lip, a familiar horny/anxious ... more freudmamaspank Sigmund Freud's Sewing Machine Mon, 18 Feb 2008 22:16:22 GMT /section-528-sigmund-freud-s-sewing-machine#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7544 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7544 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7544 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7546-akinesia https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7546-akinesia Before you left you told me I'd be paralyzed by my anger, my bitterness, and my terrible gnawing fears. I am thinking of the continuation of your fingernails fully grown and pressed into my stomach like weathered tacks, and I, splintered wood and soft. I say your name, slurred words into the drainage, waiting for an echo that won't come. And I water the same old flowers that you left here, dying-- much like the old bemoaning faucet, and your seltzer water, never drunk nor disposed. And when I put your trousers on the floor, spread ... more freudmamaspank Sigmund Freud's Sewing Machine Mon, 18 Feb 2008 02:26:43 GMT /section-528-sigmund-freud-s-sewing-machine#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7546 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7546 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7546