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  • Every day Charles sat at the table in the parlour, encased in a silence that was at once glorious and terrifying. The singularity, the neatness of the ticking clock both ...
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  • So I just learned Glassie's essay is not due or if it is we do not know because we still have people who haven't gone yet. Oh well I can ...
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  • I hope this works. I've tried to establish some kind of routine - some kind of symbolic act that I repeat day by day in the hopes that it will ...
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  • Okay so what do I all have to finish? 1. finish editing Glassie Essay. 2. Edit poem and then print it and the black and white photo of Eros and ...
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  • She told him he was a train once, when they woke up in her sheets one Sunday morning. He seemed to understand, like someone had told him that before. He ...
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  • I don't know anymore... I guess I'm just waiting till I get the balls to do it. To swallow the pills, enough of them, all of them. I just want ...
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  • it's only 11pm and it's been exactly 11 hours and 41 minutes since i saw you last i want a kiss and a cuddle up in bed i want you ...
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  • I read The Birth of Heracles and above me moves the blood moon, a sliver of brightness slowly being eaten by rusty red roundness. I need to write before it ...
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  • Dear Friend, Do you feel it, that sweetness in the air? It's called hope. I've been writing poems everyday and sometimes it's a chore but sometimes it's an invitation for ...
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  • In the era of confusion I stand straight and meditate. Keep the high of the flowing buzz from withing and feeling myself expand to another form of human living. The ...
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