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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
It's taken us years
to find in ourselves the strength to concede.
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Salazar, Luis Cervantes
He cursed
That doesn't make sense.
Fucking doomed.
Baby's first gif.
Phenomenal cosmic power!
If it's any consolation,
And I figured,
I'll write you a letter tomorrow.
Question:
Because I believe that one can only relate with
When hell freezes over,
Cameras
Art, man.
A lie.
Yeah.
This isn't some kind of metaphor.
Just because we were young.
I just farted.
And said that we were his friends
Accident
Blissfully removed
Middle-class
I trust the reader will
Neologisms.
I never saved anything for the swim back.
If I can't curse,
Better Homes
I guess it comes down to
Old people are annoying.
Tender-hearted 'cause it's been kicked around.
Is something to be.
No one's allowed to have an interesting face.
That's your guiding star, isn't it.
I talked with a girl the other day
To say we're inherently good
If we find ourselves reaping
Not even in the face of Armageddon.
His head was a faucet
First we take Manhattan,
Important enough
You can't treat it
Failing
Things I'm giving up for lent.
A hell of a knack for killing a conversation.
Dear girl who gave me a brownie,
She was last seen flying out of Cadmus
It's taken us years
And where for five months he ran free
Historically oppressed. Repeatedly marginalized.
You need not find a cure
I won't pretend that we're on the winning end.
How strange it is
And when her spirit left her body,
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