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by antoni.us</description><title>Quarter to sleep</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @quartertosleep)</generator><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/</link><item><title>‘You leave that Sandra alone.’ She pointed with her hook. ‘Say one bad thing about...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘You leave that Sandra alone.’ She pointed with her hook. ‘Say one bad thing about her and I’ll crochet you a new one.’&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/436401097</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/436401097</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 02:08:39 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The joy of presenting a midterm for critique and hearing, ‘She needs more entrails, more...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The joy of presenting a midterm for critique and hearing, ‘She needs more entrails, more glitter and at least six more tits.’&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/434172452</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/434172452</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 01:37:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The memory of burning the paper plate doused in pizza oil is emblazoned in every one of our minds...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The memory of burning the paper plate doused in pizza oil is emblazoned in every one of our minds except the arson’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/432067568</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/432067568</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 04:03:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘No we never scissored,’ she said. ‘But we did open up our ladies like a cape and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘No we never scissored,’ she said. ‘But we did open up our ladies like a cape and touch.’&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/429980781</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/429980781</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 04:37:44 -0500</pubDate><category>Tumblroid</category></item><item><title>The taste of homemade rendang on a plastic spoon is a rush of memory, spicy and dry unlike the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The taste of homemade rendang on a plastic spoon is a rush of memory, spicy and dry unlike the winter night.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/427822045</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/427822045</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 01:32:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘Is this in the way?’ Chris Jordan asked of his metal canteen before his photo of 2...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘Is this in the way?’ &lt;a href="http://www.chrisjordan.com"&gt;Chris Jordan&lt;/a&gt; asked of his metal canteen before his photo of 2 million plastic bottles, the # we use every 5 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/425856722</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/425856722</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 02:35:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Tumblroid</category></item><item><title>‘I’m not pregnant, just fat,’ she said. ‘Then you have no excuse,’...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘I’m not pregnant, just fat,’ she said. ‘Then you have no excuse,’ said the other encouragingly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/423794364</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/423794364</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:46:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘You’re way off,’ said the security guard. ‘The building you want is right...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘You’re way off,’ said the security guard. ‘The building you want is right there,’ and penned a circle on the touch screen in ink.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/421594514</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/421594514</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 01:58:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Tired of the churchgoers, praying around the white van stuck in the snow heap, the building manager...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Tired of the churchgoers, praying around the white van stuck in the snow heap, the building manager hobbled forward and threw them a shovel.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/419480968</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/419480968</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 02:44:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The employers from Hong Kong heard so many great things about NYU students, so they thought as I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The employers from Hong Kong heard so many great things about NYU students, so they thought as I passed by in my sequin bra.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/417002619</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/417002619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 01:15:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>She dropped the loaf of bread and then asked for a pricecheck. ‘But it’s been on the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;She dropped the loaf of bread and then asked for a pricecheck. ‘But it’s been on the floor!’ she protested.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/414955748</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/414955748</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 02:21:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The designer picked the lock on my bathroom door just as masterfully as he broke the combination to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The designer picked the lock on my bathroom door just as masterfully as he broke the combination to my underpants.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/410607619</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/410607619</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:43:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I’ll be reading with several amazing Poets &amp; Writers at Cave Canem Foundation on Monday...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ll be reading with several amazing Poets &amp; Writers at Cave Canem Foundation on Monday March 1, 6:30 pm. &lt;a href="http://j.mp/dwi9jt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://j.mp/dwi9jt"&gt;http://j.mp/dwi9jt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/409366418</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/409366418</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 12:47:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>She trained her baby well, to jump into puddles with a squeeze, and if the moment’s right,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;She trained her baby well, to jump into puddles with a squeeze, and if the moment’s right, she’ll land herself a new, wet, daddy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/408667045</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/408667045</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 02:14:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘How dare you call yourself a porn theorist,’ she said, ‘when you’ve never...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘How dare you call yourself a porn theorist,’ she said, ‘when you’ve never even seen cake fart?’&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/406570416</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/406570416</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 01:56:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘We don’t got that color in stock,’ she repeated even after I pointed at the black...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘We don’t got that color in stock,’ she repeated even after I pointed at the black lipstick.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/404479246</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/404479246</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 02:16:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘You have to follow your heart,’ said the youngest of the lesbian triplets. ‘It...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘You have to follow your heart,’ said the youngest of the lesbian triplets. ‘It led me to my husband.’&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/402797005</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/402797005</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 10:53:23 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>So, true, your bag is lost and so our sobriety. But at least the memory remains.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, true, your bag is lost and so our sobriety. But at least the memory remains.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/400278652</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/400278652</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:32:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The smug look of certain people when I ask them to retrieve something labeled with my last name...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The smug look of certain people when I ask them to retrieve something labeled with my last name makes me wish it were even less phonetic.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/396158070</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/396158070</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 01:28:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>‘This snow,’ she said. ‘It’s so wet it’s neither snow nor sleet....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;‘This snow,’ she said. ‘It’s so wet it’s neither snow nor sleet. It’s—I don’t know—like water falling from the sky.’&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/394297616</link><guid>http://www.quartertosleep.com/post/394297616</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 01:57:28 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
