Articles Written in March, 2009
 A mistresses garden
it lacks the lovers poison
that welts on river buds,
frozen in late November
before the time of youth has grown
like prosp... |
 Nico.
The sunset rises in your eyes,
Cent, can i stay there till the end of
time?
Melting away in the horizon line.
Finding the... |
 So I'm at a Cafe, and I have the biggest urge to play with myself, and there's no reason why, and I cannot bring myself to think of one for the tim... |
 Misconception of time,
blinding the starving artist
until he loses his mind.
The leaves quiver on a naked branch
like a shotgun erupts an ava... |
 I wanted to write you a letter, but this will be the closest I'll come to writing you a letter. I'm the wondering gnome of Vancouver, and like a wo... |
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