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100 Raoul Wallenberg Pl SW, Washington, DC 20024, United StatesWaking in the stagnant syrup, viscous in its compound, molasses for the profound / Met Anne soiling the jar as Mouschi and Boche wage war / Diary held in the family name, passages removed for the sanctity, of a lonesome father’s sanity.
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Dec 3, 2014
6 Minutes Past, 5 Minutes To………………………………………………………… / Red lip / Bled for a tip
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Nov 5, 2014
A Bit Of *******Sick lies told in serpentine / Slicked walled ****** told to tow the line / Symbiotic stays the bond
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Feb 3, 2015
A Collection Of NonsenseCaught myself in a cart wheeled stance, gazing fondly at a soiled sky / A homeless man calmly rants, preaching to every passerby / Follicles dry up, flaking off bits of skin
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Nov 9, 2014
A Colourful SpectrumWhite / Born to a blank wall / Full of purpose and all
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May 12, 2015
A Connecticut Yankee In The Court Of OppressionHeretics lost their way in the glare of divided philosophy. / While soaking up the rays protruding from their diluted progeny. / Individuality cursed the lot, a painful conclusion hardly sought.
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Jul 24, 2014
Across The UniverseCounting hopeless dreams stripped from the sandman’s grasp / Kept waiting, left chaffing / The restraining corset equipped on daddy’s farm breaks a clasp
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Nov 3, 2014
Adolescent ReadingBilly found, what he thought to be, a wise old book. / Turns out, it had been written by a wretched crook. / Without this knowledge, Billy read it all.
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Aug 16, 2014
A Fluid ArrangementThey ****** incessantly in bathroom stalls. / Reeking heavily of forgotten Paul Mauls. / One day they both caught *****
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Sep 21, 2014
A League Of MarvelsThis ragtime band of crusading heroes, called upon to support the crux of contentious plot, designed to be ridiculed, ridiculed to be designed, holding the proportional strength of a thousand independents in their clutches as they march haphazardly onto silver screens, reimagining through a stencil the works of yesteryear, paying homage to homely men long unaccounted for, and damning the spark of imagination held at their conception.
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Nov 6, 2014
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