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I will forever remember that cold morning.I’d just returned from traveling cross-country in a beat-up Chevy on a month-long road trip in a quest..
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Meanwhile, Dr. Feel Alright was examining my neurosis.“I’ve been looking at a lot of internet porn lately,” I said.“I thought ..
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I feel the tears behind the curtains of my
eyes
waiting in the wings for their grand entrance,
waiting for their cue,
waiting for the ac..
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I’m standing on the corner, trying to score something to help me see the gods.My mobile rings, and I look at the caller ID and see it’s th..
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She was twenty-nine or thirty. One of those women who’d get angry with you if you bought her a gift with a chord attached to it. Who treated a m..
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I’d walk into a bar on Sunset Boulevardand look for the nearest w***e.What else was there to do?My self-esteem was lower than Kafka’s.I&rs..
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I
With an eclipse in the sky,
a bottle of Remy by his side,
and a bowler on his head,
The Follower, inert and enervate,
pul..
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Funny how many poets there are out there.They actually consider themselves poets.They write about Comic-Con and Cherry-blossomsand goth love that goes..
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It’s Christmas Eve. It’s raining. None of the presents are wrapped. We’re watching “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer.” Brit..
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I was one of those wayward guys who drank bourbon, read pulp fiction, and smoked Chesterfield cigarettes.I’d walk into a bar and begin r..
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