Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Scars
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"You always ask me. But what about you? Why are you here?" "For the paycheck. But seriously … I'm here to be me and shine a light in dark places. Like this office. Plus I'm a runner and need to learn how to do that surrender thing. Yeah, life lessons. To learn them so I…
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You are trapped beneath the tide. I'm up where the air is just right for a select school of fish. We are both searching for truth in tight spaces. There are stars beneath the waves that guide us. There are lights at the back of the house that never go out. Let me introduce you…
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You were a guy Patty and I chased around town; from The Fabulous Rainbow Tavern to Scoundrel's Lair to the Mural Amphitheatre. You always said hello to us by name (even though you probably thought we were a tad bit annoying.) You were really cute, though, and of course sang like no other motherfucker of…
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Soul got foreclosed onSource says:Git outta yer head!Night of Tentacles
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tummy troubles and forearms marked with bruises sunny claws her way to the surface too much time has she spent in the turbulence of deep, deep love catch and detach air comes to her rescue fire keeps her in line distress calls carefully edited no one…
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I'm a warm body to occupy a seat on certain days during particular hours. I'm no more different than the Stay In Lane sign I speed past on certain days during particular hours. I am not wired to think of weeks. I'm galactically dense on how to view life as 3 squares, 6 packs, 9…
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Dana tells me to keep that fucking door shut. She says every time I come back through it, I'm a different person. I ask her why's the door there if not to be opened? It's a gateway to ruin, Dana says, and you've never been able to leave the dead alone. Stay clear for once.…
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OKREADY It was the fool moon. Yeah, blame it on the lunge of Libra all tangled up in my "you're terribly unhinged because you've long neglected your needs" business. butreallyiblameitonthefactyousaidCRAZYPEOPLE whilewewereinthemiddleofaperfectlypleasantconvo I'm too old to let anything twist my knickers, or use a word like trigger unless I'm talking about an equine…
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yea, vow not to cut your hairfor how will the fine headed lads of that bygone surly seasonbe remembered if we tame our knots, kinks, and kurls?the bellicose boys have been felled by spoon and by fire and remain barelyone bar's worth of grace notes on a dime
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You have no discernible shape. You are all pulsating gray matter and no body. I want to give you form. I want to give you a frame from which to hang your sentiment and shame. You rise and roll right up over me. No string, no tail. Nothing to grab onto at all. My hand…
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