all of my relationships
are dangling by strings;
it follows that scissors
are my worst nightmare
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- swift critical judgement, howland winds
- I am relearning to walk a little last night, I too...
- damn, it feels good to be a disenfranchised, drug-...
- weathermen
- I would know it by the smell
- my brain is raining again.
- question
- exploded into herself or coffee and gi-joes
- the grass smelled like greenwe made quality eye co...
- rock me mama
- can't post this, can't post this, can't post this....
- arthakearquake
- Bob Barker and the mysterious ticking Noise
- self-absorbing sponge
- I feel so much guiltat the factthat on this day of...
- self-absorbed jet plane
- because eating with your fingertips is dirty when ...
- rhyme
- I have a plan
- I have a plan
- whenever I am anywhere I feel like a touristsomeon...
- I gave my fake ulcer a name today
- excrement of waste matter gray matter; none of it ...
- laughter sounds canned and full of preservatives a...
- romantic dramedy broadcast (college poem 5 of x)
- how to drain blood from your body
- DJ set for smoking ghetto 9/5/09
- 'a sensitive western-facing direction' or 'I accid...
- string theory
- an asphyxiated poem hanging from the rafters
- everything will probably not be ok
- outside igloo
- brought to you by the letter paranoia
- line graph nose dive
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