the language of ghouls ate into the sand -- and lo, a townwhich exists for the sprawling military-industrial complex some saythe size of delaware. i would like to work there -- i wantto purchase odd things for the walls, things so that in layingon the couch and looking up i feel uneasy, a coffee shop… Continue reading poem: the california poems cnt.
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poem: “The shift in my reality was quite stark,” she says. “There was a lot of emotion.”
if his mother knew he thought the floors were dirtyI would kill myself; far away from the center of the earth I amalways drawn back to New York. there is a "desperate idealism" in the indiemusic of the early 2010s that I would like to trademark, despitethe to-do list I am reading about the "fragmented… Continue reading poem: “The shift in my reality was quite stark,” she says. “There was a lot of emotion.”
the last pavilion 