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hamster bong
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- Mon Mar 13 2000 at 23:55:36 (11.9 years ago )
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- Sun Feb 12 2012 at 15:48:35 (1.4 hours ago )
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- rambling incoherently
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- love, always.
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User Bookmarks:
- (in the mist) (place)
- about nobody
- Admitting diagnosis: Old guy, don't know
- America if I only had the money. Here are your new commercials:
- And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
- Auspice
- because I have given up any care
- blunted affect
- Deals well with ambiguity: a savagely long writeup about why boys are not like girls and other things
- Driven Like the Snow
- Everything2 Decaversary Interviews: Mr. Hotel
- God is playing marbles with his planets and his stars
- gunpoint
- hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
- He don't know
- hymns of detonated twilights along toxic shores
- I don't want to be here when you don't call. (idea)
- I know there's a story in here somewhere, I just can't find it (idea)
- I love you, but you've just got to leave and not come back. Ever.
- I Said Coffee
- I will make him promises, but not ones I am afraid to break
- I wish you would talk to me
- in transit
- It makes lots of sense to me. Unfortunately, that's what hurts the most.
- It's cold in the city. I find my intimacy where I can.
- January 15, 2011 (how-to)
- January 9, 2012 (log)
- Japanese children, ages 7 to 12
- July 2, 2009 (personal)
- Jungian functions
- Leather boots and a dirge of guitars as we lowered you into that grave (personal)
- Matt Carland
- northwest
- October 6, 2010 (idea)
- on being subject(ed) to a created, beautiful universe. in brief.
- originalzin
- Picked his bones in whispers
- prole
- Riding on handlebars
- Right now I am floating
- Say Goodbye
- Tapetum lucidum
- Teacher
- The Homeopathic Guide to Nuclear Power
- The Midway State
- The one I will still call yours
- There's no room in my life for anyone to stay
- Things We Lost In The Fire
- this is a commission for painters of: (poetry)
- When did I lose my brave little soul?
- Why can't we just fuck and feel good about it?
- You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever.