flowers for a mechanic, guitar – 01_28_13
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May 17, 2013 at 7:34 pm
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May 14, 2013 at 12:10 pm
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me and mark
me and mark were hanging out
( mark’s a pretty cool dude )
so what mark did was he
took a baseball bat and hit my
head as hard as he could
I’ve spent a fair amount of
time in pain since then, but
I’ve got a good friend in mark
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May 13, 2013 at 8:00 pm
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soap is not a contribution
contributions to the world come in a
variety
of variations
… such as
the stout variation
which is a contribution comprised of heftily
weighted
… compositions
each composition is well known for
compatibility with volt intensive arc-age,
not to be confused with the capacity to
inhibit much ideology and pressure
… that is an unrelated contribution variation
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May 12, 2013 at 4:26 pm
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woman screamed
she screamed. she screamed
so loud: “aaahahaahaahahhahhahahhhhhhahhhaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhh”
I mean you can hear it, right, by all the letters that I put in the word
I mean you can hear those letters
can’t you, the letters represent her scream
.said “don’t use that glass that is on the counter
aaahahaahaahahhahhahahhhhhhahhhaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhh.
I drank my orange juice out of it this morning
I haven’t washed it
it’s been sitting on the counter all day
it is dirty”
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May 9, 2013 at 11:59 am
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the breaking of man
the quasi note displayed
on front of the chamber
it was being promoted,
spelled really,
by people only apt at working the
dead stiffs, and others only
ready for the tambourine
Empty though I be, I stood
from my rowth balcony seat. Then
remembering
my past I realized that
not who cares if the note be quasi
and if they who present it Be not ok
to present even quasi things, and
quietly I just sat back down
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May 6, 2013 at 7:45 am
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traipsing to the sunshine
See, me and the sunshine don’t do no good together.
you see, he always came around with this all-right
kind of presence
and that gets the better of me
anytime,
but it don’t
do me
no good punchin, he being all those light miles out of reach
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May 5, 2013 at 3:16 pm
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