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Jun 2013
empty imagery

the head itself was an afterthought.  had god not allowed the soul to come up for air, beauty would have been spared our invention.


empty imagery

a single mother is a twofold mirage.  please argue above her quietly.  her legs collapse.  her child comes first.


empty imagery

your sister is the only person I’ve recorded to have been born without a gift.  I was told this in confidence by an angel masquerading as a small animal; the size of which escapes me.


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it wasn’t until my father lost his job that I began to go hungry for myself.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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