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A Five Star MealThe best meal I ever had / wasn't in a five star restaurant / in Northern Manhattan.
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Sep 5, 2013
A KnotMy heart's so tied up / I can hardly breathe. / It seems, to me, that every scent is yours
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Nov 4, 2012
An Artificial LakeIt's true, / *I think you've forgotten / how to skip rocks
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Jul 6, 2012
A Note On LiteracyIn a steady, illiterate static / this room is my study. / And you are my book.
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Mar 9, 2012
A Room in the CityI want to go for a walk at night. / We can listen for frogs near lakes / or
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Jul 23, 2012
A Testament to the Ingenuity of **********So much to do, *my mind is buzzing.* My fingers are dancing with perverted excitement as my lips form words with more syllables than letters. I feel as though I were a more capable Atlas. May the world rely on me, I shall hold it higher than an aeroplane as it soars through the sky. Our skies. / A testament to the ingenuity of **man** the turrets, ******** the weak, and credit God; the asexual ****** he is. / This is no song for the hipsters to play as their ringtones as they feel for each other through their LCD screens. They search for other brazen articles of humanity trapped within their social networks, a web of faces, **** smiles, faces and words with us wherever we we go. An inextricable mass that haunts like schizophrenic vocals droning out the real life. But there is no real life. We are all just like Him.
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Mar 4, 2012
A Tiled RoomMy bed is empty. I count the seconds down until you appear: 1...2...3 times you've asked me to leave you alone. Leave you alone? How can I let you be so cruel, so uncaring, and so completely and totally near to my voice. I can't. It's not who you are in this world-we call reality sets in and I grab my **** as the black of guilt sets in. / Black. Gray. White. What room am I in? There's ten feet of tile by ten feet heaven bound. The claw foot tub grips at the **** stained floor, fighting gravity's nagging whine. It's all too real. All too fictitiously crisp. All too false. / The ivory room slips into the field as the brown drains from the vomitorium. Bathhouses, **** me. Lesioned tricks, **** me. Loneliness, **** off-off to Cair Paravel.
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Mar 4, 2012
A Tree in AutumnThis was the tree I first slept beneath. / It was summertime then, when / nights were warmed by hot breezes
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Sep 15, 2012
Barbie Dolls Have Pug Noses*When I was small I would lie* / every single day / *and run to the mirror to see if my*
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Mar 13, 2012
Bore TeethI say, status seems pychic– How! Za-zoo! And how! / O' that brain be electric as a *buzz*! / I'm all a'fixin' to be boxed.
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Feb 26, 2014
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