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 when i pissed a perfect rainbow and aced every drug screen i needed help, so i called up this old skinhead lisa brownley's old boyfriend noa... [read more] |
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who made this mess we once called home? sins of the flesh are not sinned alone invite the "our sinist" for incendiary fun where there's smok... [read more] |
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a woman that has not quite been decanted will so often be forsaken and taken for granted maybe some flowers just don't care enough to bloom... [read more] |
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whenever you're in need or just feeling down remember that i'm probably on tour in a different town if you're in a bind or feeling against a... [read more] |
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why do i have to be my saboteur? why can't i be my closest confidant? when i explain so clearly what i need to do i just end up doing whatev... [read more] |
 November is the duvet month: Pearl grey skies lean low towards the day and whisper, tuck me in, lest I should drift away and leave you... [read more] |
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banned from the bar and barred from the club and clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs drugged down the street by his self abuse a cand... [read more] |
 Whatever aversion we might have with an object, empty (uh-oh can't blame that thing for makin' me sick) Whatever vexation we m... [read more] |
 Some things hold more weight than verses, An infant crying to be fed, The dog that barks and strains our purses, Ke... [read more] |
 I dream about a world where every one wakes up each day Looks out their window and sings at the top of their lungs…. vociferously….... [read more] |
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Since the dawn of civilization…since we humans were begun look at all we have accomplished…look at all the things we’ve done. ... [read more] |
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In the wreckage of trust,we gather the fragments,each shard a lesson,each splinter a step toward light.Let us speak the unspoken,words hung... [read more] |
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After they had kicked off their shoes, and tossed off their shirts, the moment seemed propitious for their slow, first kiss. Adolescent boyf... [read more] |
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Clad in a white shirt and black dress slacks, he left his clogs by a piece of driftwood. The beach's finely pulverized sand welcomed h... [read more] |
 One day a romper willbecome a pawn. Good to seeyou resurrecting unforeseen.Just lift my poem.Your body of glass reflectsthe pain. I was done... [read more] |