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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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The young boy woke to the sound of laughter. He blinked himself out of deep sleep and allowed…
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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...to know they are not alone
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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No matter what you may discover
Or come to believe during the drinking life
The question still remains:
What if everyone was an accident?
But still, while time may appear
To be nearing its own end
And the sun seems to be getting
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child’s open hands
you’d look up at me and smile
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Removing the deeply embedded jack-blade frommy naked side, like any slicked-upsplinter, was just a bit jarring on the first bite, on first try, I must admit. I freelydo so now to your frozen-over faces. You made your…
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Condensation on the Glass Riding down 22, I'm looking out the window. Time is a whirlwind. Your memory relinquishes itself, yellowed and fraying at the edges. It's raining and cold. I make a smiley face in the condensation …
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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