desolation
the midwest feels like
a fiery hell as if
satan was mayor
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intruders
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- rolly turtle thing
- Life
- ode to a blue whale
- caffeine
- beginning of a bad week
- solipsism
- of music songs
- lovebirds
- slightly more serious.
- happy birthday!
- block of writers
- to E-- who is not smooth with lust
- the best birthday, thus far.
- if fantasy were reality
- a sensible interpretation of life
- tonight, the light
- attention
- the night, right now.
- sly and subtle
- patience
- telephone wire
- rotations
- tonight is a good night
- unfortunately
- couches eat people
- arlo guthrie
- depth
- brix
- reality
- Nietzsche said...
- desolation
- tv casualty
- algorithm
- island vacation, dude
- liar
- the truth about college
- it felt like excavation
- dammit, morning
- youth
- requiem
- lamps
- ode to good health
- Fashione
- Ship It
- for isaac:
- levyathon
- the truth about money
- birth
- neurotic
- an inconvience
- blame
- black not blue
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