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Monday, November 17, 2008
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somehow this has to be more normal than it seems.
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
ok, jeeezus, this is a fucking boo-hoo. about inventing imaginary friends and then freaking when they freak cause this hand just came out of thin air and touched their lip. fuck them, i was only trying to get it to move in a way that it'd sound like words.
not your lunch snack. so, i'm "joey" at www.poetry.tetto.net and i'm sort of building a space ship there to get me back to urania. actually, i'm the last poet.
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