Tag: Writing
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It be catastrophic ink Hand-held jubilee in Sicily Heart ripped Via raw meat grinder Downtown high school The high bums… Read more.
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I thought I would do something different today and create a post about the notes I make when thoughts come… Read more.
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“It’s not playing with dolls! It takes real creativity and skill to make a doll look beautiful and perfect. There’s… Read more.
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I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Read more.
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After 37 beers and a carton of Strikes, down there below those swirling, curling lights of the Piccadilly-like carnival on… Read more.
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I broke the seal of the highway bottle, the greasy liquid shot of a place unlike Eden, a place called… Read more.
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Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more.
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I saw Elvis making crop circles in Atlantis from the window of my pink wooden house Read more.
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Memories are deposited, the pains and joys withdrawn – it’s like black-and-white Poland to me, wandering in rags, sleeping in… Read more.
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I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the… Read more.
