Your heart is pestilence.
Love All Ways
Go beyond the zero,
don't hesitate.
Redraw the margins,
color in, obfuscate.
Relief relieved again.
When did you end last night?
Don't wonder, baby.
It's fine, it's fine.
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2012
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December
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- Moving forward upward never down ward
- Against
- Fine Print
- Scatter me into the wind Do not cry for I am free
- Fell in love with a ghost, now her image is ha...
- "I Only Gave Up On You Because I Gave Up On ...
- Impending Collapse
- Three Pieces
- Another Random Collection of Odds & Ends
- Reclamation
- According to No One
- Living In America
- Gathering Forces
- Somewhere
- Impulse and Need
- Open Page
- evolution
- The End of Us
- Your heart is pestilence. Love All Ways Go beyo...
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December
(19)
About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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