Zatoichi
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diary of a madmanA Poem by Zatoichii just think about it from time-to-time |
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to all who may be waitingA Poem by Zatoichimood swinging |
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Learning how to pick the pockets of the undeadA Poem by Zatoichithe boy and girl bounced amongst the tangle of bodies like capuchin monkeys inacanopy of leaves, snatching fruit as they find it. Light tension a.. |
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pocket moonA Poem by Zatoichiwho's to say what's innocent? context is all |
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smacaroni and cheeseA Poem by ZatoichiBy the time I was 3I knew how to make smacaroni and cheese; by the time I was 5I was sharing it with muh sistah. At 11 I was the father of 5, as th.. |
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ridiculous tho it may beA Poem by ZatoichiRegardless, i perservere in my determination to mine the screwed-up pictures and personas that fill my mind- for fun, therapy, and resolution. .. |
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misty, watercoloredA Story by Zatoichimore puzzle pieces |
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nothing left to loseA Story by Zatoichifreedom's just another word for... |
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Allah in alla His glory talked to me one dayA Story by Zatoichiwork in progress |
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