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Oct 24, 2005 17:50

A good cold night burns some life back into the soul.
Clear skies lack the
Harsh
Singular burn of the naked lightbulb.

Even less pleasant is the stoic glare
Of streetlining imitations.

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fifteen_letters October 24 2005, 23:07:01 UTC
I'm never dead.

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fifteen_letters October 25 2005, 00:25:44 UTC
Yeah. I've read most of your entries, but have just not been commenting

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nothingsong October 24 2005, 23:21:33 UTC
eh

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nothingsong October 24 2005, 23:22:12 UTC
not eh as in your poem is eh

eh as in ey as in hey as in hey you're back

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fifteen_letters October 25 2005, 00:06:44 UTC
Eh as in your face.

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wonderoutloud October 24 2005, 23:49:29 UTC
There you are.

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fifteen_letters October 25 2005, 00:07:13 UTC
Never left. Though I haven't commented on you for awhile. That makes me sad.

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_lowercase October 25 2005, 01:24:24 UTC
YOU
I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR
I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR
I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR
GAY BAR, GAY BAR.
LET'S START A WAR
START A NUCLEAR WAR
AT THE GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR.

For serious.

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besttocomply October 25 2005, 02:12:58 UTC
hey dearest to my heart.

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