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Friday, February 28, 2014

Discombobulated

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I'm trying to shut down my mind but the switch is a challenge to find I'm wandering halls and groping the walls denying the fact...
Thursday, February 27, 2014

Pigeonholed

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A dozen grayish pigeons were in flight surrounding one that looked completely white as though they could rescind their compromise by shad...
Wednesday, February 26, 2014

ad nauseum

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You have the right to annoy I have the right to ignore accost me once more with your ploy and you might end up on the floor you're ...
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Out of Will

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Everyone stopped as the firemen chopped and the temperature dropped the ice was thick they didn't need to be quick I felt a little...
Monday, February 24, 2014

Pattern Maker

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We measure out materials to make what we desire oblivious that all our plans begin with someone higher who spins the thread that binds the...
Sunday, February 23, 2014

Endgame

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Rituals of death are grim is our existence but a whim? No one living knows for fact if they'll rue their foulest act or cease to be ...
Saturday, February 22, 2014

Head Trip

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In my mind I see a road disappearing through the trees that leads to an abode far away from the disease that threatens to corrode the ...
Friday, February 21, 2014

Future Relic

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I tried to express my want but couldn't find a true font that redefined my greed as instances of need so I gouged out a glyph that...
Thursday, February 20, 2014

blip

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I've never stopped dreaming though at times I cease believing then tears start streaming and I get goofy grieving unsettled by my se...
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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Chops

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An axe can swing and really ring if you sling it with some zing so whack away in E or A and never fret - just play play play!
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Eighty-Sixed

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It's crystal clear that no one here is fond of banks or thermal gear this winter ranks in the blankety-blanks the lowest tier be...
Monday, February 17, 2014

Toppled

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A bullet grazed upon the lush demesnes I used to roam she looked amazed until the rush of agony hit home we once ruled the open stre...
Sunday, February 16, 2014

Rehabilitated

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Solitude is key to solace in the pen just leave the population be and focus on your yen becoming truly free if you stop demanding When?...
Saturday, February 15, 2014

Supplicant

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When those pipes burst he knew he was cursed to dream of the best but live with the worst to never know rest or feather his nest unle...
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Friday, February 14, 2014

Input

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Every little jingle leaves a trace of bittersweet upon the silver surface of my tongue I'm just a strand that's incomplete the c...
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