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sun might not come up tomorrow
(personal)
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May 14 2013 at 06:59
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I will go furious, you know
(opinion)
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May 06 2013 at 20:48
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A coat is a thing that keeps the rain off your skin. Why would you want a thing like that?
(opinion)
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May 04 2013 at 17:21
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| 1C! |
Fuck kings, let's live like assholes!
(how-to)
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Apr 24 2013 at 04:50
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| 1C! |
I want the decomposing grace of the forest floor
(place)
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Mar 30 2013 at 22:32
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| 2C!s |
Things the rooted said (and fed me mustard and honey)
(poetry)
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Mar 18 2013 at 01:40
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patron saint of the self-dug graves
(person)
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Dec 09 2012 at 03:37
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This node is locked. This trip is going on too long.
(event)
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Nov 04 2012 at 03:56
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A stupid sort of brute excitement
(dream)
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Oct 27 2012 at 22:25
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bare and broken to heaven
(idea)
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Oct 25 2012 at 19:33
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a list of atrocities done in your name
(personal)
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Oct 23 2012 at 19:56
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Winning the heart of a rosetinted city
(place)
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Oct 09 2012 at 17:13
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The world has conquered them
(personal)
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Sep 14 2012 at 03:52
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I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
(place)
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Sep 04 2012 at 04:50
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only cold little handheld mirrors in the wee hours of the morning can be trusted
(personal)
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Aug 21 2012 at 21:14
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| 1C! |
What is the purpose of metaphor if not to describe women?
(idea)
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Aug 18 2012 at 22:02
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| 1C! |
legs spread out across the reservation
(how-to)
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Aug 13 2012 at 16:09
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breath play
(thing)
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Aug 12 2012 at 04:00
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My hands eternally dipped in a bowl of salt water
(personal)
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Aug 12 2012 at 03:52
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lest there should be among you a root that beareth gall and wormwood
(person)
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Aug 10 2012 at 01:55
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For a drowned city and a light to walk it
(event)
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Aug 05 2012 at 23:26
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| 1C! |
This? A city in August.
(thing)
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Jul 29 2012 at 05:22
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All Summer Long
(place)
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Jul 20 2012 at 02:49
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Watching the sunset watch you
(how-to)
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Jul 17 2012 at 21:57
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| 1C! |
I have been enslaved to imaginary Berlins my whole life.
(place)
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Jul 14 2012 at 19:50
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| 3C!s |
this is the language I have saved for you
(essay)
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Jul 07 2012 at 03:14
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Under the red neon beer sign
(person)
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Jul 04 2012 at 16:07
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The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight.
(place)
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Jun 27 2012 at 22:33
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figging
(idea)
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Jun 26 2012 at 03:44
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| 1C! |
My blood is a sermon that burns upon contact
(person)
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Jun 24 2012 at 22:54
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| 3C!s |
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
(person)
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Jun 18 2012 at 18:48
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| 1C! |
I put away childish things, like myself
(personal)
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Jun 15 2012 at 18:29
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| 1C! |
Shit, it talks; I'm out of here
(person)
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Jun 13 2012 at 04:23
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| 2C!s |
hold up this tired skyline with all i falter for
(place)
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May 27 2012 at 06:25
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A simple and naive way to make the world a better place
(how-to)
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May 13 2012 at 15:31
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Love will fill us up, will make us better than
(person)
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May 09 2012 at 02:49
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| 1C! |
so utterly of the coming world
(dream)
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May 03 2012 at 16:57
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| 1C! |
Thou art unpleasing to look upon and thy character is like to thy form
(log)
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Apr 24 2012 at 04:37
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| 1C! |
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
(dream)
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Apr 06 2012 at 05:35
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April 2, 2012
(log)
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Apr 02 2012 at 15:34
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| 1C! |
sandstorm firestorm windstorm she stands alone
(place)
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Apr 02 2012 at 05:03
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| 2C!s |
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one
(personal)
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Apr 01 2012 at 18:41
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| 1C! |
March 30, 2012
(personal)
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Mar 30 2012 at 14:33
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| 1C! |
Only in dreams are you real, whoever you are
(dream)
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Mar 25 2012 at 23:44
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| 1C! |
The Ballad of Mark the Kramer
(poetry)
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Mar 25 2012 at 20:59
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Railgun
(thing)
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Mar 23 2012 at 17:19
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| 1C! |
It will only make our insides burn until we are nothing but ash.
(thing)
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Mar 22 2012 at 17:33
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| 2C!s |
she was waylaid by an octopus
(person)
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Mar 21 2012 at 20:44
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| 4C!s |
It's not worth thinking about. Have some tea. Come walk with me.
(personal)
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Mar 20 2012 at 23:55
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| 2C!s |
fuck you I'm an anteater
(idea)
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Mar 15 2012 at 16:46
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