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Alienation
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Instinctively Everything ClashesA Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan"The opposite of love is not hate, it is apathy." The most deadly illness of the past 100 hundred years as been apathy. The media and all governmen.. |
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Hell Loves MeA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganThis is how it feels in hell. Though we all know how it feels. Life is hell, love is hell, it's all hell... oh hell. |
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Be Yourself, Become Cultured and Then Escape.A Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganInspired by Badlands and The Outsiders. The image is of Martin Sheen as Kit in Badlands, imitating a scarecrow. Like a ghost stranded in the wrong t.. |
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in-flight convergenceA Poem by Michael R. Burchin-flight convergenceby Michael R. Burchserene, almost angelic,the lights of the city --------------- extendover lumbering behemothsshrilly screeching.. |
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The Untimely Self Alienation of MyselfA Story by Mr. RevanThe time if fast approaching, for me to take the reigns of life. I have learned, and grown, and learned again, the didfficulties of life. My life is e.. |
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Too LateA Story by Alexandra Elizabeth"We run and run and soon enough, we run into nightfall. " |
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Life-Jackets Instead of Angel WingsA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganEyes to the sea. Escape is out there somewhere like our dreams. Memories leave pieces of ourselves behind in the places where those memories were made.. |
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Our Own Worst Enemy (But a Strait-Jacket Doesn't F..A Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganWe all hate most interruptions, yet we're all happy wasting time with things like the internet. There is nothing wrong in being different but all thes.. |
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PreludeA Chapter by Lynne Heffner FerranteJust a hint before the beginning of the story... |
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well...the salmon was goodA Poem by Anna AuelWeddings: wheeling and dealing with the bride( the bride’s family the bride’s friends thebride’sthegroom’sthebride’s).. |
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perfect geometryA Poem by dontdigonswineMy soul is spiraling starsAnd as far as I can seeThey all come from the same mother sunYou've broken me offA million splintered bonesClinging to gravi.. |
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The Population of This TownA Story by M BonetPretty people. The city was full of pretty people. And Rob had never thought much about pretty people. |
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A Burning Ember On My TongueA Stage Play by Gil-nam MoonLife used to be an endless party, but things got complicated. Quickly. |
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STOREYS UNDERNEATH MY FEETA Poem by kublakhan2705 22 13 |
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No More HiltonA Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman BeyA primitive anarchist longing |
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