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12 April 2009
re-shit; [re]shit; re:shit; reshit
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have i been here?
i don't make art.
the season comes to an end before it begins
this is where we live
so,
everything i know
well,
ode to the lovely ms. margaret reges..
I HAVE MARY POPPINS SONGS STUCK IN MY HEAD ALL THE...
well, shit, i suppose
oh.
everything i learned today
aversion, subversion, diversion, or meta-bored
poems i will recite if u ask nicely*
breakfast @ the country club
re-shit; [re]shit; re:shit; reshit
shit
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!!
ah-duh.
the basement is on fire. please leave the party.
found poem from the new york times
i know such smart people
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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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