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Battlestar Eclectic
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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I’m nearly 52 and my convictions still aren’t fully formed.
They’re like the staircases at Hogwart’s. They keep changing.
–Sarah Torribio
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‘Believe me, darling, when I say I want to know you better. Tell me your favorite color. Explain to me your wildest conspiracy theory.
If you were stuck on a desert island and could take only one album, would it be the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band or the Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds? Who broke your heart, and whose heart have you broken?
There. Isn’t that better? You’ve unburdened yourself.’
–Sarah Torribio
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I’m at the end of my tether,
and on my final nerve.
Where’d my zest for life go?
Where’s my frickin’ verve?
–Sarah Torribio
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Connor was a web developer and programmer who didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.
When asked what color eyes he liked on a woman, he answered in hexadecimal code: #b3d4e8.
When pressed further, Conner elaborated, saying he also enjoyed women with eyes corresponding to Pantone number 13-4909 TCX.
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‘We’ve already got the trailer! Just check out the vid.’
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Maybe it’s true everywhere,
or only true in Texas.
But once you let ’em see you bare,
nice boys turn into exes.
They don’t want what comes too free,
at least not when it comes to me.
They want to hunt, they want to rove.
They don’t want a sofa. They don’t want a stove.
Maybe it’s true everywhere,
or only true in Texas.
But once you let ’em see you care,
nice boys turn into exes.
–Sarah Torribio
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