this is all your fault
Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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Swimming Lessons We went down to the grey river that runs through the middle of the city and I decided to take all my clothes off and go for...
Monday, April 28, 2008
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Sunday Night And I imagined that you would be sucking my toes by now, but I'm alone with my cat who just stinks and puts more stink in t...
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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Year 12 A yellow wall full of framed photos. In the center frame, a pair of scissors. Underneath the framed scissors, a row of three carvi...
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Monday, April 14, 2008
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Dating a Drunk the perpetual present tense and lists kissing an ashtray kissing a gin bottle inserting a wet thumb into his neck, it...
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