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September
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- I am not quite you, but almost
- Self-justification
- Will I have my smell and my pain when, destroyed, ...
- JuicyLucy, 32, London
- The Principal consoles
- Today, these peaches have not reached the precise ...
- I saw a man pursuing the horizon
- The trick to juggling demands is determining which...
- In the middle of autumn do you hear yellow explosi...
- Say hello to your people
- A speed dating event is probably not the right for...
- Seeing red
- Take me in your arms and love me
- Speak - but keep yes and no unsplit
- And the scripture was fulfilled
- The poor and the needy are selfish and greedy
- Mugs
- There's the girl that left me bitter, want to pay ...
- We don't know, you know, we don't know, do we?, wh...
- We are one flesh with the night
- A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering
- How many dumb ones? Seventeen.
- Have faith my son
- Come, Armageddon! Come!
- I always keep a bottle near
- Is there at all anywhere in this lavender sky?
- Did rocks react? Try to recall
- What you toss they'll jaw up well
- An idea bred to idiocy by the clear sight-lines ahead
- Every hillock, an obstacle
- The fracas of desire collates us in an endgame
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6 comments:
'when you smile, the world smiles with you. when you cry, you cry alone'.
Again, I am so touched by your imagining my death. So, having yanked some father issues to the fore, how are you now feeling, dear
Prozac?
One word.
Interesting.
I'm confused.
That's what happens when you only stop by in Prozacville once every few weeks Megillah.
Things happen here.
Vaguely.
Wait, Im here daily, hourly, and Im fucking confused.
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