not to look like a minor niner.


Identitythe meaning is better the meaning is betterIdentity
the meaning is better when my brother's dead little demons swirling 'round my head medium is so hard
the meaning is better the meaning is better
the meaning is better when your mother's long gone we are human together where I am, moving back is moving on
crying on the couch therapy is therapy is therapy zero equals zero, identity forget me don't forget me lines are lines and all lines end I can close the store and they're gone forever
the meaning


7 ...Today I woke up in the dark in more than one way. I brushed7 ...
my teeth but I didn't fancy up
my hair because I figured it would just get messed up again anyway.


We Will Become PlaquesMy art teacher from second grade said lady bugs are a sign of spring coming. She got cancer and I didn't (go to the funeral because I didn't really know her.)We Will Become Plaques
I bet she has a plaque somewhere the engraved bronze type that s h i m m e r s with your shadow I bet she has a plaque somewhere the engraved bronze type that kids w (and janitors polish a with orange citrus) l k by
I bet we keep on running our faces become calculators you just have to fi


When I Grow UpEveryone always wants to know what it is you're going to be when you grow up. So I tell them: a pirate, a doctor, a writer,When I Grow Up
Nirvana, R.E.M., Queen, a waitress, a projectionist, a recall inspector, Andy Kaufman, someone who flies helicopters for the F.B.I., an environmentalist, a marine, a Nascar driver, someone who builds guitars and hot air balloons, a Broadway actress, stage crew, a loan consultant, a scholar, a painter, a liar.
The only reason anyone asks that question is so they can tell you, "You can't." People quit asking me, though, 'cause


13. Haiku 005Keep your head bent low. Nod; never speak—you lose far fewer friends that way.13. Haiku 005


no poemno poem will slow the fall of leaves on quiet hills nono poem
this poem
will not reach to stop the tear of my lover,
as it slides down the bridge of her nose When autumn turned winter no poet was there and spring was also silent. no verse will kill a man
but in this song of myself, i've opened my hand to let you hold my inveterate soul.
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Ton Petit Ami - Madinkà
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That was the day birds fell from the sky...
*Shalora
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