If winds blew west
If rivers flowed up hills
If I had not been so blessed
If I didn’t need these pills
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I hope I don’t live to regret having lived. Some things are gonna suck, though, and for a long while, but never so much that “o...
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Every morning as the sun crests Over the hoity-toity housing up the hill I choke one down. You could set a clock by it. A bitter...
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A white feline appears from behind a gravestone, and saunters toward me unafraid. Affectionately it rubs against my left foot. It slin...
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It’s been a week since I gave up smoking, more or less. The occasional bummed smoke snuck through. One while drinking. One while ...
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Day breaks open over the halls of men. The yolk slowly sags its way down, coating everything the light touches in a thin sheen ... -
I could wax poetic about the loss of innocence, the awkward-sad tumble into adulthood, beginning at teen-age and tangling up your lim...
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I'd been awake far too long, but I hopped a train and went for a ride. Making all the stops along the way: A silly game of sp...
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