Rick Troll
Thoughtsslowly slough,cascades caress the cupit floweth overwith too much andno room for my own thoughtsto breathe beneaththis stagnant pool of misinformation. Head is filled, brimming,with things I’d long to say:a […]
Thoughtsslowly slough,cascades caress the cupit floweth overwith too much andno room for my own thoughtsto breathe beneaththis stagnant pool of misinformation. Head is filled, brimming,with things I’d long to say:a […]
Like that one girl Alice, hurtlingdown that rabbit’s holedeeper into madnessearth, onto my dress unsure of where I’mrunning tothe fantasy, lostas I cry.Mascara running, too.I’m torn, like mystockings, soulsoiled Eat
Source: On Wanting, Shame, and Artistic Ambition
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This is some good stuff. Of course, I can’t get anything done at Avenue…
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Hopefully, by the time you reach this age, you’ll have a better sense of style and will see the band get back together.
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Where we drink beer and laugh at Twilight.
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I’d like to hear more about the Muppets above. Franklin was one of my favorites.
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Cari Wiese has me raising Harrison (and the novel) right.
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