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Private until declassified.

Every minute, every hour, is another chance to change. Life is beautiful and terrible and strange.

By Kalani Perry | Published: July 21, 2010

I’m sorry I put you in a corner. I know you fight back hard. You’re fighting back too hard. In my mind, in my heart, all I ever did was love you. I made mistakes, of course. It’s a cliché to say, “Who doesn’t make mistakes?” But, who doesn’t make mistakes? Do you want me [...]

Also posted in: Creative, Fragments, History, Messages, Monologues | Tagged as: attempts, belief system, closing time, honesty, life is beautiful, matinee, realization, six months, softness, tuesday afternoon | Leave a comment

One day I’m happy and healthy, the next I ain’t doing so well

By Kalani Perry | Published: May 17, 2010

The Righteous Path I got a brand new car that drinks a bunch of gas I got a house in a neighborhood that’s fading fast I got a dog and a cat that don’t fight too much I got a few hundred channels to keep me in touch I got a beautiful wife and three tow-headed kids I got a couple [...]

Also posted in: History, Messages, Monologues | Tagged as: bad decisions, brand new car, ditches, eight miles, heavy load, irs, righteous path, thin line, trouble with the law, whole lot | Leave a comment

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past

By Kalani Perry | Published: May 16, 2010

I thought I was going to be more sad. But it’s actually a relief. I even laughed. Today was full of miracles. A bomb threat at the courthouse giving me the three-day delay I needed? How the fuck does that happen? If I didn’t know it wasn’t me, I might have thought it was me. [...]

Also posted in: Monologues | Tagged as: bomb threat, deep breath, divorce, divorce song, inevitable moment, loaded gun, miracles, money, overwhelming sense, realization, rest of my life, summary judgment, waste of my time, wonderful thing | Leave a comment

Why didn’t I know this?

By Kalani Perry | Published: May 13, 2010

I found this journal entry online. Sounds like a very sad person. I can relate to so much she says and feels. It sounds so familiar. “So this is what this journal is for: wallowing in self pity? That’s great because I’ve plenty to go around for everyone. I don’t feel like my life is my [...]

Also posted in: History, Messages, Monologues | Tagged as: clean slate, close friends, distractions, hell, hemisphere, isolation, planet talk, romantic relationships, sad person, self pity | Leave a comment

If you think holding hands is all in the fingers, grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers

By Kalani Perry | Published: May 4, 2010

If you know me in “real” life, you know that I worship The White Stripes. But never, ever, in a million years did I believe that they would show–not tell–the literal keys to redemption. They wrote this song about me, most likely without knowing it. Delusions of grandeur. (And, yes, I know I’m using that [...]

Posted in: Journal | Tagged as: delusions of grandeur, holding hands, million years, mole, rumpus, singing boy, telephone booth, vernacular, white stripes, wrong man | Leave a comment

Truth, justice, and blah, blah, blah

By Kalani Perry | Published: April 14, 2010

Surely, one of the most often repeated clichés from the lexicon of the American myth, is that an accused person is innocent until proven guilty, aka, The Presumption of Innocence. Those of you with the displeasure of running through the wrong side of the justice system (I just threw up a little bit in [...]

Also posted in: Monologues | Tagged as: american myth, blah blah, dead soldiers, google, personal belief, presumption of innocence, statute of limitations, third degree felony, travis county, truth justice | Leave a comment

Punk

By Kalani Perry | Published: April 3, 2010

I will take punk to my grave. No matter how “normal” I ever get or appear. My heart beats punk every second. Punk is my greatest compliment and strongest pejorative. Punk is a synonym for truth. In its most difficult forms. Hardcore is all the fat trimmed, the tears dried, the essence, the primal, the [...]

Also posted in: History, Messages, Monologues | Tagged as: compliment, heart beats, love, punk, synonym, truth, urge | Leave a comment

Shakespeare and how what feels immediate is older than man

By Kalani Perry | Published: March 27, 2010

These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumphs die, like fire and powder which as they kiss consume. So we begin Act 3. About the same place we began Act 2. A lot has happened, and though I’m closer than most of you, I don’t see how this resolves. I’m tired of my eyes [...]

Also posted in: History, Messages | Tagged as: act 3, cheerful group, fragility, laugh track, one hundred years, platitudes, spiteful, violent delights, violent ends, years of solitude | Leave a comment

I thought of that recently

By Kalani Perry | Published: January 9, 2010

“Someone recently asked me if I liked poetry…” Asking someone if they like poetry is an intimate question. It’s not the casual language of small talk. I assumed you were trying to communicate with me about something other than e.e. cummings. Remember when you believed in my nuanced understanding of the human condition? The choice of [...]

Also posted in: History, Messages | Tagged as: blank, casual language, cup of tea, duplicity, e e cummings, first option, gaines ranch, inconsistencies, irony, knee jerk reaction, phantasmagoria, reflection, slow motion, southwest austin, true intimacy, worst case scenario | Leave a comment

Simple, focal

By Kalani Perry | Published: February 24, 2009

A feeling of dread washes over me. And suddenly I’m afraid of everything. I’m scared of the dark. I’m scared of my shadow. I’m scared of strange noises. I’m scared of the silence. I’m scared of dying. And all around I see death in everything. Something is whispering in my ear. Not the low, guttural [...]

Also posted in: History | Tagged as: desert, fear, guttural, horror movies, seizure, silence, silent scream, strange noises | Leave a comment

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