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how many umpteensmake a fuckload, he wonders,a s**t ton maybebut how many tonsmake a s**t ton, he wonders,two thousand maybebut each single shitvaries..
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I can't disprove the ultimate beliefAll my counterparts heave a sigh of reliefInk spilled, pages tarnished with speculationEach side claiming the penu..
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It's the end of the line, the end of timeIt's the end of reason, the end of rhymeThe sun is setting amidst his regrettingAll his actions matter, he ke..
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I'm waiting to write and writing to waitWaiting for the nine-point, tectonic breakA slave to the measurement of timeWaiting for the right moment to rh..
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We like living in the gilded cageAnd many of us can't stand to see it rearrangedTossed about like a shipin a foul stormBut every time in every age,it ..
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Where I stand, I'm not sureI am looking for that cureThe one that heals the heartFrom falling the f**k apartI claim disbelief, but I prayedJust to app..
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Inspired by,I don't knowI can't sayfor surebe it ShelSiversteinor thatone guyfromThe CureAh, who givesa f**k aboutthat anyway?Just writebecause youhav..
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Written just before my 30th birthday last December.
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Boredom created this opportunity, the opportunity to b***h-slap Daniel Tosh into oblivion before he has a chance to incite over a million people to se..
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Here's a hopeful piece, because I feel hopeful today.
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