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Le sigh— February 26, 2012 10:40 p.m.
A fools debate
http://ponyspoesy.blogspot.com/— February 26, 2012 10:39 p.m.
Goodbye Thursday, no one misses you.
http://sayeverythingandnothing.com/— February 26, 2012 10:38 p.m.
Drown
Its true. Lies indeed.— February 26, 2012 10:25 p.m.
Goodbye Thursday, no one misses you.
Im not sure what the hustle is about the way I cannot join my blog to a neighborhoods. I have tried repeatedly to no avail. No bother. Its nice to know it gets read just the same. :) Thanks for making me and those silly pages with words feel welcome.— February 26, 2012 10:24 p.m.
Flippant thoughts
Bukowski it was. My muse for this poem. An adaption if not pure plagerism. @Roody, this love was the love of my life. After one day. This poem was written with blues in mind. With Bukowski in mind. With that love in mind. Like most of anything I write since I came to know of this creatures existence. Its what I've been taken by. Eternally. Ma muse le belle.— February 26, 2012 10:20 p.m.
Leap
"Forget a minute" truly inciting invataion. Reminds me of Palahniuk "now take a deep breath", subliminal instruction true readers are compelled to obey. Really felt good reading this. A theme felt daily.— February 26, 2012 10:16 p.m.
my el cajon boulevard
When the street is yours and a breeze is your best friend. I have similar experiances with "my" Newport Street. Late night walks. This poem reminds me of my own. Its a welcome reminder. :) Thank you.— February 24, 2012 11:09 a.m.
Sudor & Seratonin
This is story brought me to comedic tears.— February 20, 2012 1:11 p.m.
The Oceans Beach
Thank you and thank you. Such praise is well beyond me and I am humbled by it. Thank you.— February 15, 2012 3:06 p.m.