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dave-edward-stringer
dave-edward-stringer
he's in the windowsill been there for hours now he had a lot of fun watching the birds today
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
A Cat Named Jack
your lemonade will not fail to be- come a pla- toon of lemons and the dead will con- tinue to take to the sea as they have al- ways done as for me let's just say madness will be consumed
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC
The Ending Of The Begin
it's all just fun & games until some- one re- cites a poem
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
This Business Of Living As If We're Not Dying
where the streets leave off and what is death as death is hiding be- hind the laughter every one de- sires death needs death is eating death drinking death smoking death making love to death stealing death to sell or trade for more death and laughing laughing! ashes ashes we all fall down be- hind the laughter
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
Behind The Laughter
my god the stars are ugly tonight
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
Drunk And Broke
“You can only write what you can write.” a poet said this tho i don't remember which one anyhow they are dead now suicide i think it was
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
Hmmm...
i have tempt- ed death only to wake up in the hospital begging for a god- **** sandwich
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 6:55 PM UTC
Give Me A ******* Sandwich
the beer is all gone and the cigs are dwindling out to no- thing and slowly or may- be not so slowly it comes the certainty of my poverty the desperation the madness and i curse the tiny blue stars for never looking away
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
Hell Is A Cold, Clear, Starry Night