"You look just like the moon," said the pickle to the balloon,
"I'm just a wrinkley cucumber."
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writings from a sore hand
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- julia
- tried to get my head clear, push things out through my mouth and get refilled through my ears
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- idontcare
- a moment of regret
- youarebeautiful
- make an effort
- a quick note
- walking down my street after dark
- ps, an after-thought
- on the subject of sweating
- cancer
- i'll show you the kelp you left behind
- skippin' town
- to be persued
- spacial
- danse macabre
- on a thursday night in the midst of a dream she le...
- when you are all alone, youre not
- untitled
- while i was on the bus, you came to mind
- separate from this planets conditions
- learning about schizophrenia
- and i hate myself some days
- stop saying what you feel.
- i want to write childrens books
- how can i know you?
- no matter the strain
- you would never fall for me
- blurb
- those goddamn clouds
- returning
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- swallowed all of your vitamins
- your problems are massive!
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i will be FIRST in line to buy your children's books. FIRST.
ReplyDeleteand i'll be wearing beads. so you'll know it's me.
LOL well you had better be wearing those effing beads. or i will start beating up the children.
ReplyDelete:O i will run to the store right now.
ReplyDeleteto buy some beads.
to wear.
to save the children!