Tag: crap
group name: mydirtylaundry
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August 19, 2008 12:12 PM EDT --
This is Take 3, by the way. Gather's miserable "software" ate the first two attempts. Thanks ever so much, guys -- it's why this place is a third-rate MySpace knockoff on its best days. . . . more
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . . more
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May 08, 2008 09:43 AM EDT --
The chores of taking out the trash and putting the cans away have been suspended for this writer for an indefinite period of time.
In the picture below, you'll notice a gray building attached . . . more
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June 17, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Since I had to work on Father's Day, Kevin only had one small request from me. He wanted us to go kayaking in the little cove off of Lake Erie by our house when I got home from work. . . . more
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . . more
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July 25, 2008 08:21 AM EDT --
Boatman, How far?
Like a distant dream, the boat alight with
its dim lamps quivering by the winds of
mid river, is threading a golden hem by the bank. “How far?”
“How far will you go, boatman?” . . . more
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June 13, 2008 07:57 PM EDT --
Sunday is my birthday but I'm throwing my Gather birthday party tonight. Why, you ask?
Because it's still triple points tonight. And because I'm pissed off that I have to share my birthday . . . more
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August 20, 2008 07:12 PM EDT --
This is a game.
more
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . . more
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June 25, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
When you're already in a bad mood, it's not a good idea to try to engage in any heated discussions with anyone else. When I'm in a bad mood, I avoid people. People don't . . . more
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . . more
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June 02, 2008 07:54 AM EDT --
( This is some body else's dream. Yes, as i explore through the unknown world of dreams of my known individuals, I face this dream seen by a lady living a hard city life and working . . . more
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June 23, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
Change (open the window)
"Open the window."
Someone inside says.
Hands tremble and stop.
The non-habituated windows sound of rust.
The streaks of light those
Are used . . . more
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July 01, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
The Longest Bridge
The longest bridge is the one
built between two human hearts.
The water streams under is cold, dark, distant.
those eyes of two human look . . . more
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July 09, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
Adrift
"Are you silent tonight?"
He knows she won't tell, if she is silent.
She won't tell the reasons.
He should know after so many years
Of living together. . . . more
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . . more
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . . more
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July 19, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
Crème and sugar
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Crème and sugar are a stringent no-no.
He has been advised not to indulge in
drinks and other things
gone with the golden . . . more
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July 21, 2008 08:45 AM EDT --
Voices of shadows
(to the trench, the troops, the shadows and ofcourse to Sandre)
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Shadows are so lovely.
He watches them
unfolding stories
on the muddy wall . . . more
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July 23, 2008 10:04 AM EDT --
SNOW
The molested bodies of the chickens,
The cut on the face of the wire-fence,
The white shadow of the snow,
Without any reflection of the criminal,
Or criminals… thinks the farmer.
Innocent . . . more
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