| 1/31/2007
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she knilbs and reclines sighing as pillow meets head finally sleeping |
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| 1/30/2007
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broken wooden stairs down level by level dilapidated |
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| 1/29/2007
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beauty is plaguing loose skin of reality disappointing bones |
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| 1/28/2007
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bellicose children idle thumbs manipulate an alternate world |
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| 1/27/2007
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elves, dwarves and wizards wonderful journey away myth and fantasy |
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| 1/26/2007
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I wish I'd known it before I got it started no one is to blame |
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| 1/25/2007
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at a loss for words you tell them it's not all right you tell them to leave |
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| 1/24/2007
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images flash by reversals, mix and matching how old is your brain |
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| 1/23/2007
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thrumming machine beat as my child rolls in crib prematurely loved |
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| 1/22/2007
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long haired hippy freak dancing with his old washboard thinks he's so unique |
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| 1/21/2007
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terrified of you her face is open rainfall nothing you can do |
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| 1/20/2007
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first place is lonely you win awards and are shunned in the end all die |
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| 1/19/2007
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babe, let's go bowling roll our hearts down the aisles strike each other out |
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| 1/18/2007
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he loves you, smothers convention, propriety victimization |
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| 1/17/2007
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to check the status of your claim or file a claim please stay on the line |
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| 1/16/2007
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Two lines cut the snow One track of foot prints made by The man that I love |
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| 1/15/2007
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imagine Frangland prim, refined and outrageous frog legs and roast beef |
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| 1/14/2007
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the roof is mostly disclosed except around the lip, a brush of snow |
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| 1/13/2007
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the lioness slipped her tongue across her forked lip planning the attack |
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| 1/12/2007
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first you say you want then you are changing your mind don't be so girouette |
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| 1/11/2007
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black square in the white foot prints walk around and in city life snow tracks |
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| 1/10/2007
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my brain is fried there is no way I am writing great literature |
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| 1/08/2007
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good bye brave master you fed millions with noodles Ramen noodle bliss
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| 1/07/2007
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that sinking feeling how instinct dictates style choice is divine demand |
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| 1/06/2007
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home made business cards hand written phone number this kid's networking |
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| 1/05/2007
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shit, I'm out of fuel Oklahoma Credit Card please don't fail me now |
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| 1/04/2007
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Burt Lancaster's hair Elvis Presley's swivel hips things that drive girls wild |
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| 1/03/2007
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you are terrified of people who aren't like you accept who you are |
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| 1/02/2007
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swear I'm not bitter economic liberty moth eaten wallet |
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| 1/01/2007
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wind rattles the fence the neighbor stands and watches as one wood plank falls |
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"...I am an artist who does not want to restore/If I have some fragment which is lovely to view from one side/I know to turn that side to the wall, like a jealous man/He who actually sees, sees only what he is without/knows, that however he asks the model to alter her pose/he'll paint only what is missing, perhaps a light that is gone/Displeased he lays the picture on the heap, begins another/The picture decays, if he paints over he'll see a void..."
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