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The wind here is the perfect complement to the stagnant air inside our paralyzed lungs. We sit and we talk and we run, we fight, we clean, we sleep, eat and masturbate. We talk about home and we talk about what we want to do when we get back, what we miss and who we've fucked. We sit and we wait like so many missiles in so many silos, strewn ( Read more... ) -
GSGT Hartman
They call me the Gunnery Sargeant here, and I get asked one of 2 questions ( Read more... ) -
Snowblind
There's a sale on love in Oslo ( Read more... ) -
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This one's a song, unfinished at the moment and if I ever do get it done, dont doubt that you'll hear it sometime ( Read more... ) -
On the Girl with a Heart like a Lion's
Beauty hath she in deep reserve ( Read more... ) -
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Two koi swim a round
Chasing tails of black and white
No victor is crowned.
Possibly my favorite haiku attempt yet. I'll post another poem tomorrow.
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Warning: bitchathon weblog. nobody said you had to read it ( Read more... ) -
Cmon just give it a shot
Friend's away message: imssocsick ( Read more... ) -
"Your skills have reached the level of spiritual insight..."
Black and white photograph.
What shines goes on to greatness;
The rest fade to black.