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& no one else tonight
there has been a pallor of disappointment over the past couple of weeks--expectations slipshod their way from the blue-fire wick to the hardened dregs of pulpy wax. my lungs are ready now: movement ( Read more... ) -
BIG BLOOD PUDDING PRESS SALE
come & get 'em--poems o' mine can be found in both Ectoplasmic Necropolis & Spider Vein Impasto. support your DIY poetry-book-makers! plus: they're real perty. & cheap in the month o' may!
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decompression
just returned from a journey to the northwest ( Read more... ) -
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i have been of the snappy, crabby, hard-shelled variety lately. not constantly, but most certainly consistently. i'm not sure what has elicited this cancer moon, out-shining my water jug with a curt "no!" & pull away. but as i finally feel the reality of pseudo-break (at least from school, if not from work) settle into my mouth, my tendons seize ( Read more... ) -
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a new brand of insomnia. asleep by 1am, awake at 5 ( Read more... ) -
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there is a tinkerbell christmas tree to my right. its branches are crafted from neon green iridescent tinsel, white lights wrapped 'round its trunk, perched atop a pink-n-green plastic stand, tinkerbell's face peering up from metallic pink&white&green ornaments ( Read more... ) -
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i need more insomniac friends. i need more human connection at the "sleeping hours" of the day. you know? i know i'm becoming an adult, but that doesn't slay the night-owl in me. she's wide & ohso awake.