S.T. Gulik
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The LotteryA Story by S.T. GulikA man enters a gas station with the hope of purchasing a lottery ticket. His mind is racing with dreams of wining and escaping his life of drudgery.. |
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Another whiny drunken poem: or Why the hell do I k..A Poem by S.T. GulikIt’s sad, this grotesque dance we do, for lack of a better rut. We skin our shins and flail our limbs and bash our heads and strut to ap.. |
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Peso LoveA Poem by S.T. GulikWe dance through roman showers and swallow our delusions and beg forgiveness as spite consumes us. Who has not awoken to find their sandbox full of s*.. |
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Coughing up bloodA Poem by S.T. GulikA good silhouette screams in the distance. No. My face is torn. Goodbye to bloated and festering time. Goodbye to seas of change. A quarter for the ma.. |
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ratsA Poem by S.T. GulikOne selection from an unpublished poem collection entitled "Vermin." |
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Why won�t anyone shave my eyebrows?A Poem by S.T. GulikA man came up to ma and said, “I’d like to poison your mind“. I replied, “I suggest that Bilbo frighten his nose”. It&.. |
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CongratulationsA Poem by S.T. GulikWhat can you say to a man who has no culture to bind his mind and keep it snug and safe from all the razorblade eyes that cut straight through like b.. |
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Cry For HelpA Poem by S.T. GulikWe waddle crowded streets ambling towards the shackles which bind us to our future. We stroke the keys that send hammers crashing dow.. |
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For want of a mason the wall was lost, but better ..A Poem by S.T. GulikAway we rot in beds we've made for want of a better position. Our flesh fusing to our sheets we languish awkward in the breeze ushered in by the.. |
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The MartyrA Story by S.T. GulikThere was once a man who dreamed of martyrdom. His only wish, in life, was to love something, anything, enough to trade his life for it. One day he.. |
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