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Monday, September 22, 2008
dualism is a farce
angels with hacksaws
demons with cotton candy
Love & Hate conspire
Honesty vs. Bravado
I laid it out on
a dinner plate. You took it,
ran, and sealed our fate.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
knee's in the gutter
thought they were the best
$10 jeans ever, and
then i saw the "gash".
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
When I hear the song Warsaw
sometimes I wonder
was Joy Division really
"post-punk"? I think not.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Cosmic Loiterers
so, what happens when
outer space is out of space?
...galactic karma.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
amused bouche
I see the way you
melt me down and stir me up, like
sugar in a coffee cup
Monday, September 1, 2008
quarter-life crisis
moving back in with
your parents is kind of like
relinquishing power.
a matter of personal preference
I would rather wear
t-shirts ironically
than wear ironic t-shirts.
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dualism is a farce
Honesty vs. Bravado
knee's in the gutter
When I hear the song Warsaw
Cosmic Loiterers
amused bouche
quarter-life crisis
a matter of personal preference
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