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19 January 2009
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- 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
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- These Stars are Too Heavy
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march 2007
tiny fragments like puzzle pieces mending each other
I am falling down a well, but then instead
of hitting the dry bottom, I am halted to
float 6 feet form the dehydrated earth.
Seiji is an iceberg of frozen pumpkin guts.
However, it's very core is warm & rotting.
Dan is an aluminum hummer car. Slightly
tarnished to a shade of green, even the
windows are of metal.
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