Boyd Johnson
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you still owe me $30.A Story by Boyd JohnsonFriday. 11:37am. It's morning. I can tell it's morning, becuase I can hear the neighbor's peacocks. Every morning, the peacocks Bri's neighbor kee.. |
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not that it matters anymore anyway.A Poem by Boyd Johnsondon't look at her tits. don't acknowledge her sex. you're above this, remember? you're a changed man, remember? don't stare. don't think .. |
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nervous.A Poem by Boyd JohnsonI must say im sorry for all he bailing the failing the lying and all the forced tears. ive been a bit nervous these days these years i.. |
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adeline.A Poem by Boyd Johnsonadeline. we find murder weapons. we scale mountains, and we brave the open waters. we laugh at the flashing lights as we make our escap.. |
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fat in paradise.A Poem by Boyd Johnsonshes’ filled my gut with food & wine, my heart with promises and ive grown fat in my paradise. my violet severance from realti.. |
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madness.A Poem by Boyd Johnsonfound it written with a dying typewriter, on the back of a piece of paper labeled "WEED MAN" with a number on it. im pretty sure i remember .. |
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Run With The Hunted. (tentative and kifed.)A Story by Boyd Johnsonthe start of what was(is)(going to be)(whatever) a much longer story. lifted title, fitting for a work in progress. i promsie ill come up with somethi.. |
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its nothing new, its nothing wierd, just one more ..A Poem by Boyd JohnsonThere is no way for me to know. I can certainly however, guess. Was it so simple as trying to take the drink from me? Did I just fly off the.. |
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another block of black.A Poem by Boyd Johnsonthe peace of old suns & seasons gone that peace the pieces gone past did any of them deliver what id swore they promised to? did .. |
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stealing each others PBR at 2.25 a can.A Poem by Boyd Johnsoni should have been done with you months ago. I shouldn’t still be worried about your court date. about your classes. about your curre.. |
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