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Crude Thoughts and Fierce Forces
Sunday, January 10, 2010
There Are Still a Few Men Who Love Desperately.
-- J.D. Salinger
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O the things we do to fall in and out of love.
Prose 01/04/2010: We Lie
I hate quantitative research.
I love the way she loves. Because she loves things...
“If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain...
Pop Goes the Weasel
I find that the next six months are a transitional...
There Are Still a Few Men Who Love Desperately.
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WARNING: CONTENTS MAY BE EXTREMELY HOT
Back to Basics
I <3 New York.
I've been thinking, and...
“Do you think that your fathers are watching? That...
The Youth
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People like us just don't belong. We've always out...
Breann Came to Visit
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Mmmm, Toasty.
The Event Horizon
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The thing about war...
G'Night.
5 Days.
Damn Hipsters. Damn Yuppies. Damn Old People.
Update of Self
I wish things could've been different.
If you're using me, do it slowly. Make it last unt...
Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?
No Cars Go
Macaroni Heart
Why Violence?
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