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highway 99 | tarnation and eudemonia
https://beijomacio.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/highway-99
Straightforward poems for straightforward people. This here is the story of two brothers,. Jake and Randolf Crewes,. Who thought of themselves as. The last of the independents. They found themselves one day. Holed up in Calaveras County. On the last, gleaming edge. Of the American frontier. Is a low-down hole, good. For nothing but going out. And getting lost in. Kind of place a man can find some. Park a double wide. And cook up some nasty shit. Sudafed, iodine, Sodium Hydroxide. They get it out of Drano.
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cali super-fragile mystic | tarnation and eudemonia
https://beijomacio.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/cali-super-fragile-mystic
Straightforward poems for straightforward people. Tule fog come up,. Thick and dark for days. It was, like,. All bets to the second act. And ev’rythin’ gone smells. Like earthquakes these days. And sings like a. Or grumbles like a. Low-down coupe de ville. The katy in some. Mr pibb, moxie. Oh, her gorgeous, glorious. Come on, pilgrim! You cotton merchant,. With hands as precise. As blind men’s –. Death’s got a warrant. Oh, but desire is. Can you be for me that woman? My hadacol show healer? With a 2 by 4.
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I said NO! | The Weaponized Blonde
https://weaponizedblonde.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/i-said-no
Simple point and click interface. December 14, 2012. You cannot touch me. I will nto buy. What ever you are selling. Get out of my face. And leave me be. I will send you. You want me to send you. My body is mine. To do as I please. I will not allow you. My dignity, like that. In the end, that. Is all that I have. I will not be your. I will not be your whore. I will not call now. Not in the next 15 minutes. What kind of man are you? 15 thoughts on “ I said NO! December 15, 2012 at 7:45 pm. You are comment...
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Cassie and L.A. | My Delightful Mental Problems
https://delightfulmentalproblem.wordpress.com/2013/02/08/cassie-and-l-a
My Delightful Mental Problems. February 8, 2013} Cassie and L.A. What the hell is wrong. With Los Angeles today! Have we decided to become. New York in the 80’s? There’s potholes in the roads,. Our schools are fucking warzones,. The garbage don’t get picked up. And that dead gangbanger on the sidewalk. Is getting kind of ripe…. Fuck it. This could make a girl. Seriously consider the Inland Empire. Or, God forbid,. Cassie @ 11:10 pm [filed under Uncategorized. You zinged me with the last line. You are com...
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Cassie and cramp | My Delightful Mental Problems
https://delightfulmentalproblem.wordpress.com/2013/03/07/cassie-and-cramp
My Delightful Mental Problems. March 7, 2013} Cassie and cramp. Three thrity and I am writhing in bed. And not in the good way. But the bad way, instead. A white hot pain. Slicing my lower leg clean in half. The crushing of a cramp. In my right calf. Why must this happen. I feel so betrayed and bitter. I thought hitting the gym. Was supposed to make you fitter! Cassie @ 7:49 pm [filed under Uncategorized. This is unusual for you. It actually contains a shred of human empathy. March 8, 2013 at 9:24 pm.
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Cassie and the Goodbye Look | My Delightful Mental Problems
https://delightfulmentalproblem.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/cassie-and-the-goodbye-look
My Delightful Mental Problems. April 12, 2013} Cassie and the Goodbye Look. She’s packed away her cowboy boots. She’s blonded all her chestnut roots. She’s packed up all her self-help books. Here comes the goodbye look. She’s opened her own account at the hardware store. She’s reading community property law. Been a while since you saw that boy next door. Here comes the goodbye look. The locks are changed, the keys are gone. She’s on the phone from dusk ‘til dawn. Your shit’s all piled up on the lawn.
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Cassie and the high functioning sociopath | My Delightful Mental Problems
https://delightfulmentalproblem.wordpress.com/2012/12/07/cassie-and-the-high-functioning-sociopath
My Delightful Mental Problems. December 7, 2012} Cassie and the high functioning sociopath. In a coffee shop. Hopping up and down. Shouts out to the woman. 8220;we don’t have all day. Some of us have. Important work to do. Yeah like writing your fucking screenplay). So I turn to him. And say cool your jets. You got nothing doing. He looks at me. Like I don’t know shit. Says I’m not a psychopath. I’m a high functioning sociopath. Thinks that’s funny or memetic or something). I said you’re not. You are com...
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The Touch of the Master (for Mr Eric Gale) | Reader, Meet Author
https://goflo1.wordpress.com/2012/11/11/the-touch-of-the-master-for-mr-eric-gale
Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. November 11, 2012. The Touch of the Master (for Mr Eric Gale). The world I live in. Is a cold one. Everything in it’s channel. That’s why I take. The risks I do. The men, the drugs. And I steal from stores. To get out of. I came to a place. Wild men, men with. No fear of dying or. And I came,. To read the poets. And that’s where. I found the true,. It is also where. I learned how cruel. Liars who use words l. Ike burglar’s tools. But there was one.
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The Heart | Reader, Meet Author
https://goflo1.wordpress.com/2013/01/15/the-heart
Reader, Meet Author. A place for my silly poems, etc. January 15, 2013. The heart, boiling blood coursing. Pumping, red and black. Anger, passion, the heart. So hungry, ever wanting and. Tearing at its walls of flesh to run. The heart, oh the heart. Its maker for cursing it. The heart is wiful and ignorant and guilty. Of crimes that would put. A needle in its arm. In 38 states tomorrow. So full of blood. Will not stop beating, even in death. In time will not ever. The House of Suits →. It’s About T...
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American men have forgotten how to fuck | ninety four two forty nine
https://ninefourtwofortynine.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/american-men-have-forgotten-how-to-fuck
Ninety four two forty nine. American men have forgotten how to fuck. American men have forgotten how to fuck. They have lost their point of reference. Which animalizes them, they have come adrift. From the shoreline of their baser nature. They no longer bruise my hip bones. Or bite my shoulders or slap my sweaty ass. Too much cornfeed, porno and. American men have forgotten how to fuck. American men have been castrated by. Self hating feminists and their. Endless screeching, harpies circling. No argument...
