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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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January
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- It's not like I really need an outlet to talk abou...
- Lilies
- The things that happened with men would not be wha...
- We are not socialists because we want less, we are...
- You know it has been winter too long when your nos...
- Ich verstehe nichts
- Now I know why it is beautiful (A poem to my Grand...
- Now I know why it is beautiful
- And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
- I might as well move to Florida
- Somethings that I thought about last night
- The internet is down, everyone panic
- Not a liberal before thirty, no heart, still a lib...
- My thoughts were so loud
- You are a porcelain god
- I want to write something happy
- Henry under construction was Henry indeed
- Coryell Island
- A request
- I only have one thing to say
- Your candy cane makes it look like you are compens...
- I want to ride a bicycle part two
- Aggression
- I should change the title of my blog to passive ag...
- I don't even know what people look like
- My stomach is making noises like a dinosaur
- Are you looking at me from your treadmill?
- "But what of passion? I hunger to ask. There's got...
- I want to ride a bicycle
- Uprooted
- When I fell from the cliff it was the purest move ...
- Why you are not
- So your boat has been there awhile...
- Phonies
- Only men have the luxury of secrets
- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- Fermenting Apples
- It always feels like forever
- Here we go again
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2 comments:
I can't say I've ever felt this way. I know Angela has, but I just like clothes way too much.
I love being nude! It's so fantastic! YUeah!
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