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I followed you home/ I followed you home darling/ until we reached those iron bars

summer of two thousand and eleven

you made such promises- to fix the screen door, to get a good job, to always provide . i bet the farm on you, i bet every last big-eyed animal.


shares were tanking. the competition had the market cornered and plus, their stuff just looked cooler. meetings were held, fights were fought. more than one wine glass was shattered in a fit, or fits, of rage.

we knew we shouldn’t have boarded the plane, especially since we had already downed $16 coconut water and vodka, and argued about Strategies in the elite lounge. they had to seat us next to each other.

we can neither confirm nor deny the next 48 hours for legal reasons. needless to say there was an emergency landing in Cleveland. credit cards were cut up, friendships severed.

but somehow, through many hours of counselling, data-mining, hemp heart sprinkling, and soul-searching, we got it together. smartandbird are back.

and now, the spoils of our fruitful first (again) meeting:

“…less barbaric than leeching, cauterization and ‘normal’ ovariotomy-procedures that were also used to treat women with nervous ailments”
– Ellen S Bassuk; Psychiatry, Harvard Medical School

maybe your eyes just aren’t open wide enough

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Thanksgiving weekend
Strangers yelling

Parkdale, Toronto, Ontario.

Late evening, early October.