| 5/30/2007
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I hear my neighbor at her front door nine am crying softly, 'why' |
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| 5/29/2007
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between the glass panes I see the lifeless carcass of a fat black fly |
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| 5/28/2007
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when you count on it time is short, when you don't care you have all the time |
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| 5/27/2007
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the button snapped off her eighty three dollar pants so she cursed her luck |
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| 5/26/2007
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she likes to read books the kind her friends initial to know they read it |
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| 5/25/2007
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it used to be stoked mammoth cast iron boiler now neglected alter |
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| 5/24/2007
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lips shaped as though pain arms wrapping her chest yet her voice projects clear |
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| 5/23/2007
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designer fashion bare elbows for the camera shoulders back, farther |
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| 5/22/2007
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who painted the leaves so bright I can see again green overlaps green |
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| 5/21/2007
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Edison was first to electrocute a man with Tesla's machine |
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| 5/20/2007
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his car isn't here and I worry for his life who will control me |
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| 5/19/2007
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you are saying things but no one is listening what is your message |
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| 5/18/2007
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the weeping Virgin in the public square is made to weep with squirt gun |
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| 5/17/2007
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lean in for a kiss and feel your partner draw back holding breath and heart |
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| 5/16/2007
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our failed offensive will screw us in Canada in the afternoon |
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| 5/15/2007
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ignoring critics careful footsteps, controlled hands a day for butoh |
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| 5/14/2007
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topical talking made at night in smoky bars keeps the heart hidden |
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| 5/13/2007
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they are all laughing but there's nothing funny about being penniless |
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| 5/12/2007
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what is faithfulness family values are easy truth is what is hard |
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| 5/11/2007
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that human you trust, the one that feeds you, will just rub you and leave you |
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| 5/10/2007
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the call of candy brings about shakes, craven eyes blood sugar dropping |
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| 5/09/2007
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the spoils of birthdays are often disappointing for those expecting |
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| 5/08/2007
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all day avoiding only to have to face it is even sadder |
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| 5/07/2007
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the sun is heavy popping hydrogen candy hydrostatic mouth |
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| 5/06/2007
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my body hates me it clenches to express me sloshes like I'm waste |
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| 5/05/2007
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the headache of doom barbs in your forehead cause pain the light sears your eyes |
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| 5/04/2007
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why can't you leave me all I want is the quiet rest in solitude |
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| 5/03/2007
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pah, original like anything can be that now we're in trouble |
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| 5/02/2007
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it's worse than failure being called Jack the Ripper like Joseph Silver |
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| 5/01/2007
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it's the same question everyone has to ask it part of getting old |
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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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