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 We began our day with breakfast at the Biscuit Bitch where the biscuits were almost as big as the dish… then on to Pike Place M... [read more] |
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Now that the palace has regained its nocturnal quiet, and the city, Alexandria, is a little less boisterously noisy after midnight, the adol... [read more] |
 The tomb is a pile on rocks. They rebuiled, as new, Next, few knew for. Vindictive, the power of time. Why negative ? Spirit asks. Today is... [read more] |
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You could not sleep? Neither can I. The noise has resumed, earlier each day as the summer solstice approaches. Some astron... [read more] |
 Where are you? I am still looking Searching all around me.. at every corner, Every space… looking for you to connect… Where are... [read more] |
 I can look at Duchamp’s art anytime but we’ll never play checkers using my shot glass checker set too much vanilla bean... [read more] |
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I get off on the danger of the city in its complex fever and concrete decay of shattered dreams the vision of Poe’s horror rea... [read more] |
 Silken chains So long ago we were so young and gave no thought to what might be... [read more] |
 You don't play withmy invisible calling. You wereshot at, in the trench, defining pain.It was ethereal, aboutthe recession of the quality of... [read more] |
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I DON'T THINK WE'RE BORN JUDGMENTAL THAT IS LEARNED IN SCHOOL WE BECOME SO TEMPERAMENTAL I DON'T THINK THAT'S COOL THERE ARE DIFFERENT SCHOO... [read more] |
 All You Can Eat It was all-you-can-eat mussels Monday. Vintage wallpaper, Reminiscent of pulled-down mite-filled plaster in college... [read more] |
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Continue, my flesh, your sabotage. When my soul is released from you by death, your brief victories will become losses that day. Kyak... [read more] |
 Within the shadowed chambers of a mind's disarray,In darkened domains where spectral echoes stay,Autism's spectrum—a tangled skein—Spins sus... [read more] |
 In my head the battle rages on The darkness I hoped was gone Arises deep within me, and it's a side I can't stand to see. Overthinkin... [read more] |