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dotsJournal: comparodydots
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Mood: The Usual

Video killed the radio carp
Video killed the radio carp

on a plate, slapped on a bun
if it's overcooked, my soles undone
like monkfish staring down a nun
I must turn tail, I've gone too far
I've lost sight of the salad bar
don't swim away, come be my star

o-o-o is it the right fish?
o-o-o is it a white fish?

Video killed the radio carp
Video killed the radio carp
Video killed the radio carp
Video killed the radio carp...

...Created 2011-01-05 11:08:34

dotsJournal: and?dots
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Mood: The Usual

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...Created 2010-10-10 21:19:35

dotsJournal: could be...dots
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Mood: The Usual

~welcome to the boneyard~

...Created 2010-08-09 20:10:31

dotsJournal: sha-boomeddots
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Mood: coffee ground effects

incremental retirement party

the next time I quit writing
I'll have to take it more seriously

...Created 2010-06-12 08:30:19

dotsJournal: none, reallydots
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Mood: The Usual

sunmoonstarsrain

Madness doesn't run in my family
it usually stays for dinner

I have felt both
tremendous joy
and scorn, yet
neither are true
reflections of the world

some of my best friends
are gifted enemies

...Created 2010-04-25 21:12:37

dotsJournal: dots
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Mood: The Usual

Kubik's Rube

...Created 2009-12-04 23:00:09

dotsJournal: yo...yo...maw..dots
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Mood: The Usual

All these mountainous debts need paid
Said the princess to a collage of drunks
The bright spark of her accolades
Reminded her how bright the sun was once
Before sabbaticals drave the yapping mass toward lunch

...Created 2009-11-23 19:45:43

dotsJournal: dots
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Mood: The Usual

uh huh

...Created 2009-11-02 15:56:23

dotsJournal: the mime choirdots
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Mood: The Usual

The mime choir

The last of them left
Dancing away
Like tired old men
When a subway comes

Dried slivers of bone
Near a naked stream
Whose mercy was taut
As a hollow drum

...Created 2009-10-07 23:04:16

dotsJournal: The mime choirdots
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Mood: The Usual

The mime choir

The last of them left
They danced away
Like tired old men
When a subway comes

Dried slivers of bone
Near a naked stream
Whose mercy was taut
As a hollow drum

...Created 2009-06-26 21:54:31