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Where should I put my hands?My arm wavers at the edge of my vision unnoticed by me in the midst of semi-psychotic ramblings. Being neither wracked with guilt or deeply in love I have no inspiration. I give it little thought and I work to make something meaningful. The beginnings of a thousand songs repeat themselves over and over inside of my skull. And then move on to make a fuller sound, joining together to make the symphony of a life and its collected rhythms and melodies. It makes no difference to me, I've learned to accept them, as the dying accept their anti-climatic end. Chronos moves iWhere should I put my hands?


VicesThe world's falling apart. And you've got acne.Vices
The troubles keep piling up
like the empty boxes of cigarettes you keep in your linen closet. Each one with a day written on it. Each one for a day you didn't give up.
You didn't quit. They tell you not to. They tell you never give up. "They" don't really exist.
And you bleed all over the carpet. Cognitive functions fail and you forgot how to write. Out of practice, out of shape, out of time. Out of your fucking mind.
The downstairs neighbors will decide


An ending.It’s a lovely way to end it. The sky filled with blood red and a regurgitated orange scattered intermittently through a life’s great stratosphere.An ending.
She was always there and never mean about it, a better friend than most. To find her so harshly dealt away with makes you sad; stuffed into a cardboard box now crawling with gray furry caterpillars. They don’t know her.
how she jumped up when she saw you how she ran to your side when you were in trouble. She protected you as best she could and even when she grew old and fr


The Death of HaikuThe Death of Haiku by #TheOtherRoom Authors: ( ) - Sean Latta (Ghost-in-the-Corner) * - Dan Lucas (danjklucas) # - aoife-lushon + - Shaun Peterson (cool4dude) ~ - Andrew Kieras (Wracky) = - a. hudym (navix) [] - Zachary W. Roberts (Spiff-Johnson)The Death of Haiku
Fall Evangelism * Mormons walk the streets. prowling and rambling along like vicious lost leaves
weeping willow ~ drooping heavily the crying weeping willow foster mother blues
So Long, Snow Cones + June falls on its face &nbs
Anyways.
...
I know you too! Ah! Crazy man, crazy.
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