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 Sure, I love that my face feels like It is burning off, why not wouldnt I Need to be cremated before I die? Sometimes you guys know... [read more] |
 A dilemma I'm facing, friends and foes Regarding the rising price of hos Used to be, I'd spend a nickel And receive a pickle tickle... [read more] |
 The feeling Not uncomfortable Not relaxing Not quite bored Not very taxing Unfamiliar Un rushed Un... [read more] |
 sat down to fingernail drum rollsstaring blandly at desk's habitatpaperclips give chase at loosenedleaves blown by climate controlsporadic d... [read more] |
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There once was a gal named Connie Whose boyfriend's name was Johnny With him she got bored Because he couldn't afford A suit designed... [read more] |
 Today’s blessing is inspired by Eleanor H. Porter A novelist I find enlightening and wise And every now and then I like to stop and w... [read more] |
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"We murdered the czar and his kin, and cast the crown "off of his arrogant, but ultimately empty head. "But here are two more Stupids, each... [read more] |
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Some people say I’m a dreamer…an idealist…a Pollyanna some people, I imagine, just like you. They say I have unrealistic hopes... [read more] |
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Each tick of the clock propels me forward Memories play catch dappling light from shadows calling me away again with every breath, I... [read more] |
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In the Kremlin's grounds and walls, in graves and niches a large number of bloodthirsty Bolshevik sons-of-bitches' bodies decompose into con... [read more] |
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The bulky diamond-checked sweater and baggy trousers came off; then the white tee and pink thong (his feet bare, all day). Your kisses... [read more] |
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Sometimes, Joy slept in Alexei's comfortable bed right next to him; but, recently and more often now. Kolya stretched out there, instead. So... [read more] |
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Clad in baggy trousers and an oversized shirt, with a whole morning]s grass stains on his toes and each soul: in the bloom of adolescence, h... [read more] |
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You bloomed in adolescent beauty, casually barefoot, cautious only to bridle that horrific blood disease. But that craven bastard, Lenin, or... [read more] |
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We lay beneath the spooky twisted tree, mess of bags and suitcases tucked away and scattered scraps of socks or other random ideas an... [read more] |