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The Noise Of Trouble
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Someone To Know
Someone to love
Someone to be
Someone to hate
Someone to aspire to
Someone to change
Someone to become
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On Love - A Poem (of sorts)
As It Bleeds
THe Devil's Trio
one liners on a negative slope
The End of the Modern Age
It's Rough
when the dying starts the living begins (fragments)
quiet thoughts in loud places
a fist full of crackers
draining the soul out of me only because I let it...
Between (part 1)
FIsh Eye Worldview
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the erasure of memory. _________________ I sang al...
finding space
House Guests
the passage of self
sitting here waiting for no one a restless knowled...
Necessary Pain
Patient
lets slow down the talk and action in this town....
lets not make this awkward. thats the last thing ...
dawn erases memory leaving only the present in ...
Guidelines
2 LAWS
Nesting Doll
nothing to see nothing to say just the wasted m...
there is no armor stronger than my weaknesses.
grasp
this talking hand finds the truth always.
a theory of threes
let's not forget the reasons why let's not forget...
So long...
Someone To Know
Decks of Cards Shuffled Into A New Order
The Pretenders
Ghost Advisory
When those old bonds melted like wax down a burnin...
How Electrcity Powers Modern Technology
SMILE!
We are always finding names for our former selves.
The Construction of Memory
From A Box Looking At The Sea
Heartache At An End
Musings On A Planet
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