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I like the way you eat. It says a lot about a man, your way with fork and knife. You're careful, cautious of what's hot, b..

I bought a suit then gave that suit away. "It goes with everything!" so said the clerk. Not so. My brown belt made the pants looked ..

I have his plyers, hack saw, ruler, sledge, the tools my father taught me to maintain andwhich to pick to cinch, or torque, or plane. a..

I left my parents chanting few complaints. Too hard I stomped my footprints amid the crowd. I did a lot in spite of most constraints To he..

The theatre is empty, dark. The stage is bare. My heart is all I hear. My temples ache. I'm caught within a piercing spot light's glare, ..

Braccae Tuae Aperiuntur Ya, this is really awkward I confess. I'm glad you're friend enough let me know. Perhaps my troubled m..

I wish I had more heinous sins to hide for all the grief I suffer and for what? Reflecting back past follies pierce my pride I flush in sh..

Wooo! what a hateful, hurtful thing to say. Most people try to hide their ignorance. It's harder then to take a counter stance. A..

The room was crowded, somber, stale, dark. A wake? No Shiva! (and I'm not a jew). The widow's look at me, a question mar..

Consumed with anger and self-pity too I heard my wounded inner-toddler whine. Before the vending s**t machine I knew to poise..