9thstreetmatt
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what of the morning now existing in bloodA Poem by 9thstreetmatti know this written at my father's house...on a computer in a horribly wall papered room that my step sister left for college and a romance with her o.. |
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If you never stared off into the distance. your li..A Poem by 9thstreetmattsometime in may of 2001 |
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i lived and entire life while god ate his breakfas..A Story by 9thstreetmattyears ago . when life was good. and life was full of busch lights and kjhk. when life was full of cooks and poets...when life meant paul. my only true.. |
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i like your way mother f****rA Poem by 9thstreetmattlisten. when your brother and you are drinking - reading - doing drugs - and come from a midwest christian family...( wayte this has been done) then y.. |
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may first - - - - - - - - - - - 2001A Story by 9thstreetmattlisten cats. i have the day off and i am seeping with sweat and this old journal covered in duck tape and pictures of william s burroughs waving a gun.. |
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11/8/2003A Poem by 9thstreetmatti'm not going to say i am a great poet. in fact my brother said i lacked concrete imager often with my poems and enjoyed my prose .. . .. .. .. but i.. |
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unknown and written sometime between 2001 and 2002A Poem by 9thstreetmattthis is apart of my collection of poems that is typed up and wrinkled in the "big blue" note book of peoms. written during a fury of months .. |
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journal entry on april third 2001A Story by 9thstreetmattlove is the last religion |
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staring at a salon blonde - march 2001 - journal e..A Story by 9thstreetmattthis is on the next page in my journal - after the initial poem |
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staring at salon blonde -march 2001A Poem by 9thstreetmattsitting at henry's where i fell into books, cigarettes and staring at the woman who washed my hair at sakaroffs. |
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