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Being Hooked lighter flicked to see in the darkness to unhook the strap frolicking in the back of the confessional need ..

some birds just don't walk straight promises fly backwards like hummingbirds hoarding the sweet nectar leaving empty nests aban..

Growl the pathetic snarls of rich dogs dagger teeth dig into the pockets of downtrodden street soldiers who used to have jobs..

Courting disgruntled voices grimace at the sight of incontinent words written on their ears by scatter brained detectives on ..

G.E. Blues a simmering memory we came to a boil in the old days our stove ignited the flames danced within us we were a fi..

New York Times and after... eloquently black and white his pace slowed spirit still sharp he told me stories i heard a multitud..

napkins and lovers' smiles you smiled into my coffee in embarrassment, it spilled to the saucer and in saucy repartee you wip..

How it is... New York streets are just different the vibe is city-er than most the concrete harder, but shines with graffiti..

writings unraveling scribble yarn a tail sewn into a tale a cat's frantic paw trying to connect then gets wrapped up in con..

Cacophony of the Keys a serenade of cicadas outside my window while inside fruit flies attach to my screen i type p..