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22 January 2009
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- A 'Thank You'
- I Was on the Train with My Head Cocked Back
- Never Be Vulnerable Again
- "Oh, Not in the Sink, You Fuck!"
- It's a Terrible Feeling
- Realization
- The Gardender
- How Can You Tell, You Know?
- I Keep On Forgetting to Write the Dates
- Such As the Cook Who is Scalded
- Hello.
- Tiny Fragments Like Puzzle Pieces
- Tiresome Wreak excuse
- I Second the Look of It All
- Sometimes I Feel
- Just How Different is the Air
- Your First Cigarette Smoke
- I Had a Dream and You Were In It
- These Stars are Too Heavy
- Look.
- I Will Be More
- The Still Troublesome Waters
- The Newsletter Always Says
- Open Your Heart
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1 comment:
march 2007
I keep on forgetting to write the dates.
what do these days really mean?
staple it to your forehead.
forget it.
make a racket.
so then you'd think of to write on the lines.
VERY IMPORTANT.
coincide.
neon genocide.
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