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  • Up and Down

    Yesterday, I took lunch and went for a light jog/walk around the old neighborhood I used to live by. It was a beautiful spring day. Like the ones I remember when I lived there.…

  • On Random Poems

    On Tragedy …a haiku by poeticgrin, 8/18/04   Weed in a taco Broken swings, asses, and dreams Satan’s spawn inside     Rotting …not sure if poeticgrin or I wrote this one. It sort…

  • Haunted

    Her words haunt me in the same way that Holocaust stories do.   She said No I don’t want to open my eyes it splatters everywhere death death death.   Her words remind me…

  • Shallow Skin

    It doesn’t have to hurt for me to like the feel of shallow skin torn from deeper depths.   Not all cuticles run so deep but removal makes the edges of my being warm.…

  • My Native Name Could Be “Whinging Weird Jaw”

    This rambling post and accompanying whinge is 762 words so I understand if you do not want to go through it all. I’ve underlined the important parts.   To answer Patrice’s question. I do…

  • Strict Preferences

    if we’re talking strictly preferences at the moment I think I’d like someone who I was only marginally into to someone who I was all-consumingly into oranges to apples discontent to happiness nothing to…

  • Present, Future

    This day is going better than yesterday because   I do not have to go to the dentist. I have not locked myself out of my car (yet). I am planning to eat all…

  • Reasons Why I Will Be Taking My Last Hydrocodone Pill Tonight.

    I was at the dentist at 7:30 for them to make the temporary bridge for my teeth. I had three shots and had to raise my hand because I could still feel that shit.…

  • Clutter

    So I’m guilty of clutter, even on this blog. Writing should be able to breathe and stand alone and shine, but I decide nearly every time that I have something else to say. So…