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12 December 2008
some sort of truth
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who's that actress that passes out in that poem?
OMG i want to be like her too
ellipses, self-sketch
i want to be like her
matters erotic, critical, fluvial
oh look, iambic pentameter
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some sort of truth
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why is it always a goal to not fall over at night?
wouldn't we have beautiful children?
firehouse
too much david lynch
for grace, after a party
listen to this
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shaelyn
mama said the future is wide open like the truck bed where brother broke his arm; father said that jesus was hid under a rock i never found out which rock but i turned them all over
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