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- Here & NowStay here now. It is all there is.My min...
- Fire.I have not had the timeTime unendsWhere do ou...
- Desert skiesWind figures swoon and risePlay in my ...
- Good and Evil.They who seize the moment and find p...
- Porn.Is destiny writtendoes time as a concept esca...
- Administrative at my heartLost in shadow left for ...
- CalgaryWell I'm off (soon) ... be back next week.
- It's impossible to encapsulate the past. The past ...
- (photo by Philip Greenspun)
- Rise sometimeDay's already gone byLife is advancin...
- Too much to ask?All I want is a small but tidy, ne...
- Uahcad.Wake me if you can I'm smothered in bloodWo...
- TOO MUCHIt's too much of myselfthat I givewhen I...
- Hard to believe it's been ten years. RIP. Still ...
- Dried Flowers.Dry flowers in a glass vaseNo more p...
- Psalm 187Most people are assholes. They're fine ha...
- (photo by Sue Ballinger)Cafe This.When we fell tog...
- I have nothing.I walkon the oceanseems a decade ha...
- Everything is too sadreviving dreams I once dreame...
- My electrical life.I have no living,sentient thing...
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- Villain Father.As spines of the beast pierce my ey...
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- Child.I've been so terrorizedFrom all sides but I'...
- 500th post. That was quick.
- Poll.In terms of your own enjoyment, rank the foll...
- The Dead Christ Supported by an Angel.(Alonzo Cano)
- Isolation.(John Lennon)People say we got it madeDo...
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- In Memorium.Light a candle for Tess EisimingerLet ...
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- New relationships.Relationships are incredibly com...
- Untitled.Blood and the hair of beasts coat me, dri...
- Jesus to a Child.(G. Michael)KindnessIn your eyes,...
- THE HOLE.It was on the seventh day that Katy Nin v...
- Dogon.The night of a thousand voicesSirius B spoke...
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- The Greatest.(chan marshall)Once I wanted to be th...
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- To my Pumpkin.If all seasons in their turnCould st...
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- Icicles.Time ticks awayNever fast enoughWhat are w...
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- A person living in the shadow of death...feels war...
- Wu Wei, please.Oh I may lie here across the ground...
- How Fortunate the Man With None.(original German p...
- Clean.Running like a child through a field of popp...
- Pure.Only pure things interest meHalf-creations ne...
- Depressed child, if you can make it through the mo...
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- My love for one person is sustaining meI hope she ...
- I've seen the other, "real" side of thingsI don't ...
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- A thousand ships were launched to being Helen back...
- I love everythingYeah, I love everyoneEven youI fo...
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- bury me in a field of tulipsin a suit of white gol...
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- Day Is Done.(Nick Drake)When the day is doneDown t...
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- I see them all lined up.(michael gira)I see them a...
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- Power and Sacrifice.(michael gira)I want powerbeca...
- Ennui.I want to die on my own terms, and soon. I d...
- Options.At this point, realistically, I could...St...
- The Man Who Died And Went To Earth.I just wasn't m...
- Companionship.I want to be amongst friends, people...
- Lazarus in a parallel world where Jesus was never ...
- To Untitled.You tell me I should get out there,See...
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- You're good lookingYou can find any number of peop...
- SOMETIMES THE POWER TO DREAM CAN ECLIPSE ANY RESPO...
- BEHOLD. Black Sarah, daughter of Jesus and Mary.Al...
- Untitled.Our heads are full of animalsBland halls ...
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- Talk and action.It's easy to talk and to type. It'...
- Song.The most beautiful songs can make you cry wit...
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- Father Figure.(G. Michael)That's all I wantedSomet...
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- I'd Love to.(Morrissey)Again,I lay awakeand I cry ...
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- Betrayal.Some times you go out of your way to get ...
- For love.Why am I living for? I'm living for a gir...
- People Goin' CrazyAll I ever wanted was a saintly ...
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Top one... maybe if you squint...
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