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I keep her alive withsheerforce of will. Almost.But she's getting ripe. I bathe her in river waterand dead flowers. Marbles are fitted to emptysockets..
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There werethree of us.Jimmy,David,and me,who satin backof the class,stoned andacid buzzed,seeing visionsof nothing.I wantedto be a poet,or a rock star..
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My little brother was alwaysup to no good.Not in any malicious way,but his brand of jack-asseryalways seemed to drawunwanted attention.When he was 8/9..
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America, I love her.Not in the ra-ra,wave the flag,or we'll kick your a*s,bullshit kind of way,but for the insatiableslut she is.The heart of gold hoo..
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I have a gig tonight; guitars are tuned,harmonicas cleaned and ready, the ukulelehas new black strings, set list is vague but written.Should I try a c..
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"The secret of life isn't foundin the beginning, middle, or end.It's scattered throughout.Dropped like clues and breadcrumbs.It's up to us Boy-o, to p..
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When I die I want to stand on my grave,6 feet under and 6 feet over.For a moment I'll be 12 feet talland know what it feels like to be giant.The probl..
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My friends and I had planned a nightof debauchery on Beale Street.So I decided to beat them thereand do a little busking, even though I wasnever very ..
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What would I do if I found the manthat hurt you years before we met?The man that stole your girlish heartwith his angry violence.The man that, when we..
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If you were to dieI'd carve a harp from your bonesso that you would live onwithin my sad songsIf you were to dieIf I were to dieputcoinsover my eyesto..
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