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Funny Every Day
If I Listened to Music
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2008
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Jun
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- Roasts are Good Left-Overs
- Professional Communication
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T
- I Forgot My Heart at Home
- Eve's Revenge
- Your Presence is No Longer Required
- That their limbs can hang so tight for Ever and so...
- Girlfriends are Great
- I Could Have Gone to Fiji
- Why Science is Bad for You
- They Called it my "Earth" Phase
- Notes From the Underground
- Dad's Day
- Unwanted Neighbors
- Earth is a Wench
- And He Was on a Platform
- Two Forks in A Wood
- I Never Learned How to Form a Question Properly?
- Elba Seems Like a Nice Place
- What's in Your Wallet?
- Un sure
- Bell
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Jun
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What I Love
The feeling of cheap paper when you’ve written on both sides of it—how it folds so easily in your hands.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
About Me
Make! Art!
1 comment:
what is that a picture of?
do you try to confuse me?
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