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 Naughty Shakespeare is better than sanitized Shakespeare any day of the week I’m fully convinced of that ... [read more] |
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Ever wonder why the infidels ... [read more] |
 May we all be grateful for all the tiny little miracles we find in life… from those that are obvious…to those a little more difficult... [read more] |
 I've bled my last – give a fuck! Forgotten - what feeling felt like; No heart strings left - to cut Now there's only fade - to... [read more] |
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“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a mira... [read more] |
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Feelings strip themselves bare contorting in to new combinations Fighting for the right to manifest Knots upon knots Fraye... [read more] |
 Mirage Sparkling in the distance While sun beats down on barren sands The pain of illusion more burning than The fiery star Which giv... [read more] |
 She likes to arise early Before even the birds awaken Lightly pressing her cold nose and Wet tongue into your ear She rouses you from your s... [read more] |
 Today's the birthday of Dr Sigmund Freud Psychoanalysis was the method he deployed Into the mind he would go Looking for the id, ego and sup... [read more] |
 I scratched my nose until it bled, worrying about cancer, hopelessly. I craved a drink and a smoke, but that wouldn't help with the disease... [read more] |
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The lines in her head were about wars waging, and all I could think about is the teenage raging. Her thoughts miles away but righteou... [read more] |
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Endlessly uninspired even as I listen to her — my muse. How effortlessly her words string together, like holiday-rainbow lights. How meager... [read more] |
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IF ALL IS ONE AND ONE IS ALL ARE WE ALL SCHIZOPHRENIC OR IS THE EARTH A MAGIC PLANT AND WE'RE ALL TRIPPIN ON IT THIS IS TOO BIZARRE FOR ME Y... [read more] |
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During the early seventies, before I had been called to write poetry, I wanted to write science fiction. When I informed my parents, t... [read more] |
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ARE WE FRIENDS OR ACQUAINTANCES OR NEITHER ONE OF THOSE FAMILIAR YET SO MUCH UNKNOWN WE'RE STRANGERS I SUPPOSE [read more] |