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November
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- Sad Is A
- I Love Smart People
- Stay
- Like It All Just Goes
- Chopped Up Liver
- Threaded
- Washine Machines
- Men
- It Takes Seven Hours To Grow A Home
- But I Am Ready To Go
- There Was Egg Salad On Your Head
- Freud
- I Enjoyed You Very Well
- Hair Two
- Fragments of Ear Pieces
- You Sweat Whiskey
- Hopefully
- How Do I Tell Someone
- Where This Goes
- Hence A Reflection
- Hair
- I Figured It Out
- "NOT TONIGHT"
- tick tock, tick tock
- FAST, SLOW, UNDERGROWTH
- YOU ARE A RIOT
- It Didn't Happen Anymore
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1 comment:
04 march 2008
you sweat whiskey
while rubbing dirt on my wrists.
for you.
flashes amongst fists.
come let me strangle you with this stamp.
belted neck
quick trains
or is my timing just good today?
when will it stop being about me?
when has it even been about me?
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