My Professor said the nymph looks like me, except my head is bigger. I don't entirely disagree.
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"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
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- Wealth (poem #7)
- The truth of the matter
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- In my life the furniture eats me
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- Maybe they are just content to peek inside your he...
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- I wrote something on the bus
- If you like everybody, your friends don't feel spe...
- What I Own
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- All hearts float in their own deep ocean of no light
- If you want to end your life end it, you don't hav...
- This is what I feel like: this sound of glass
- "It seems like very desperate procrastination"
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- Florence Nightingale was a cannibal you know
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- Heute ich werde auf deutsch schrieben.
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- I love the women that Vermeer paints
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- How to Make a Mask
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- But still, it bothers me, because everything does
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- I hate hormones
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