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Mood: The Usual

This site is so dead...it’s a miracle if anyone leaves a comment these days.

...Created 2019-07-01 20:14:59

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Mood: The Usual

...Created 2011-12-23 14:40:14

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Mood: The Usual

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=0xTeO_-gZSo

...Created 2011-12-23 14:39:50

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Mood: The Usual

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=0xTeO_-gZSo

...Created 2011-12-23 14:39:34

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Mood: The Usual

...Created 2011-06-14 15:43:13

dotsJournal: unrequiteddots
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Mood: Sigh...


the basil withers-

it shatters in these sun scorched
hands
that hold you;

ribosome swells like the ocean in the cracks-
i lick the salty foam,

molecule
by
molecule

i
fleck
and dis
                         solve

on the tongue of Aphrodite-

...Created 2011-06-14 15:42:37

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Mood: The Usual

...Created 2011-06-12 12:12:43

dotsJournal: writers blockdots
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Mood: Sleepy


evening falls dark purple over the city, the stars
slip past the skyscrapers, moon muses beyond the shifting clouds, and

the poet stalks his prey. the elusive beast shut up in stark white,
a jungle of paper tethered with thin metal coils;

her legs spread before him.

...Created 2011-06-12 06:23:56

dotsJournal: writers blockdots
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Mood: The Usual


evening falls dark purple over the city, the stars
slip past the skyscrapers, moon muses beyond the shifting clouds, and

the poet stalks his prey. the elusive beast shut up in stark white,
a jungle of paper tethered to thin metal coils; her legs spread before him.

...Created 2011-06-12 00:08:36

dotsJournal: writers blockdots
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Mood: The Usual


evening falls dark purple over the city, the stars
slip past the skyscrapers, moon muses beyond the shifting clouds, and

the poet stalks his prey. the elusive beast shut up in stark white,
a jungle of paper tethered to thin metal coils; her legs spread before him.

...Created 2011-06-12 00:08:11