May 2011
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April 2011
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all i need is some sunshine.
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arundo donax
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all i want is the best
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shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil.
you’ve got your claws in me, don’t you?
we are all sinners and black sinners.
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sweaty, tattered fingers sunlit room reverb-heavy ruminations on abraham lincoln
a punctured moon has signaled the end of winter, and all it’s left me with is wet feet, floral tablecloths, and less blankets.
one day this chalk outline will circle this city.
i lived on a table. i don’t know where to go. i know my friends would. i know where my friends are now. i lived on a farm. i never lived on a farm. where did my friends go? where did my friends go?
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sulking drained the fall of my pale will swarming by your steps licking the ankles of your blasphemer guilt it only meant to drape a plastic over the stuck pig scalp of head to cover the sock where the flatline had spread the kiosk in my temporal lobe is shaped like rosalynn carter she says my map is home again but torn face down i have only but a million blemishes to tell you all about in...
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