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Like Steinbeck, I quietly watch
my America collapse. My people, my generation, brainwashed, abused, suffocated
in putrid trends. In hatred, in i..
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Purple sky's and transpiring constellations covered by exploding clouds.
Deep blue pockets.
A simple man with a golden watch steps into the ripple o..
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A very dark piece that I wrote quite sometime ago. Very illustrative with words, and Gothic in ambiance.
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A experimental piece of mine, combining pop-culture, romance, urban life, and flowing language. Its very lyrical in many ways.
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He's gone.
Went up east as far as he could.
Writes fiction on a penny skipping lane somewhere in New Jersey.
Last I heard he was on a conques..
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