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And He Was Crucified on A TuesdayI suppose you could say that this is who I am / (I'm the "Why have you forsaken me ?") / Then again, you could say that about a whole number of things I do.
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Apr 13, 2010
BrotherhoodIt is 1969 / A man set himself on fire today / To protest the war
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Apr 2, 2010
Orange PeelMy heart is fleshy and soft inside like an orange. / Beating with the morning and acidic in the night. / My heart, you peel it slowly as the spray hits you with every rip.
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May 20, 2010
Perceptual flatulence.And here in this windless hole, I sit and wonder where I had left that which mattered most to me under the starlit fields of Montreal. I crave it and yet wish to God that I had never been the man who held you close to me. Everything I had in my arms in the parking lot outside of that hotel dash turned dash residence. A messy room and a crowded cafeteria. A hotel dash turned dash residence dash turning dash memory. And here in this wonderless ******** in this airtight cabin of past fantasy’s design, the rent keeps piling up and oh the dishes are due. Half-finished paperback classics flapjacked on top of each other in this white shirt no sweat world with the sleeves rolled up. This pill form city with all the charm and magic of an after dinner mint. Take a walk with me, let me tell you about this dream I had. / It had wine / and white sheets and tables.
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Sep 8, 2010
Poutine ArabesqueI wear white / I wear white / I wear white and stare right back at
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Apr 4, 2010
SpringIt is 2010 / A man hung himself at Chestnut today / To ease the pain
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Apr 4, 2010
St.Remy and The Skeptic(--------------------------- / ------------------------------ / -----------)
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Oct 27, 2010
Wasted MusicWasting words on half thought speeches, / and steps on roads we walked together. / I waste my time in empty parables,
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Aug 10, 2010
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