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January 26, 2011
There are thoughts in my head clamoring to get out.

They crawl from my ears and tumble to my shoulders--memory dandruff. They drip-drop like tears from my eyelashes and sprinkle my cheeks with damp, freckled daydreams. They wiggle down to my toes and make my shoes smelly. They pop, pop, pop out of my pores.

I have thoughts in my head that huddle and shiver and refuse to be seen. They cram themselves into the wrinkles of my brain and watch with sad eyes as the other thoughts pass them by saying, "Bye! Bye! Goodbye!"