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The Window and the Mirror: July 2008
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The Window and the Mirror. Friday, July 25, 2008. Who will heal all these souls of young mistakes? Wednesday, July 23, 2008. Et même les prostituées ont pleuré. Sunday, July 20, 2008. We were in love until we said it. Friday, July 18, 2008. A Lover in Père Lachaise. I still love you like I always did. Thursday, July 17, 2008. Us In the Middle. Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Thursday, July 10, 2008. Wednesday, July 9, 2008. Seven Truths of Being. 3) Humans are scared and distrustful. 1) There is no "Good" or "...
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The Window and the Mirror: February 2009
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The Window and the Mirror. Thursday, February 19, 2009. Just like Neil Young did. Sometimes there's things in the world that are just so beautiful or hateful that it overwhelms me, it makes me feel that my heart might explode. I take this as proof that I am still alive and the world is both in need of artists and villains to chase. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to this strange place. I'll try to explain. I live in Canada's prairies. I'm in my early 20's. View my complete profile.
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The Window and the Mirror: June 2008
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The Window and the Mirror. Friday, June 27, 2008. How fitting he took the name of a blade. Through a life of cloak and dagger, he spends his days fleeing the light, fighting the night inside. What better to cut with? How fitting to find him gone when I turn around; leaving only the pain of his name. The name of a blade. Sunday, June 22, 2008. The Life, Death, and Ressurection of a Small Town Soul. Friday, June 20, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to this strange place. I'll try to explain.
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The Window and the Mirror: Do The AA Stutter!
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The Window and the Mirror. Sunday, September 28, 2008. Do The AA Stutter! Down on your knees, a slave to authority, don’t pull it down, let them wait a little bit. Join the vocal majority, join the realm of insanity, with more mental cuts, more mental silence, then all your fucked up ignorance cults. Boy know what I could do for you? Girl know how I could make you? A real man. A real manly man. A skinny girl. A short skirt girl. You’re. I've moved blogs to a new url for privacy reasons. I love your work!
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The Window and the Mirror: Elizabeth: Reprise
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The Window and the Mirror. Saturday, August 23, 2008. Usually i am a big fan of line breaks, but i like how the absense of them in this piece does not call unneeded attention to the rhymes and lets them serve instead as an internal rhythm that carries the reader through the poem. very nice. August 26, 2008 at 4:08 PM. Your two pieces on elizabeth strike me deeply. August 28, 2008 at 6:02 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to this strange place. I'll try to explain. View my complete profile.
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The Window and the Mirror: We
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The Window and the Mirror. Monday, September 15, 2008. All of our beauty is ugliness, and all our ugliness is beauty. The secret of the world is that in each of us is both, to be alive is to hold everything inside ourselves at once. To understand and be. A fleshy conduit of suffering and ecstasy, violence and love, hideousness and lust; to be at peace with the war all around us. Good god. this post just changed my life. September 15, 2008 at 6:01 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Do The AA Stutter!
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The Window and the Mirror: I'm No Poet
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The Window and the Mirror. Sunday, September 21, 2008. I'm no good with words or structure. I'm no good with rhymes or rules. I'm no poet. I'm no poet. Instead these are observations and confessions, assertions and lamentations. I would go on and say that it is not that you are not good with words or structure. It is that that you scorn them. In your discord you masturbate in an uncanny fashion. You gift yourself with a little silence. With every burst of haphazard poetry. Youre my kind of poet.
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The Window and the Mirror: September 2008
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The Window and the Mirror. Sunday, September 28, 2008. Do The AA Stutter! Down on your knees, a slave to authority, don’t pull it down, let them wait a little bit. Join the vocal majority, join the realm of insanity, with more mental cuts, more mental silence, then all your fucked up ignorance cults. Boy know what I could do for you? Girl know how I could make you? A real man. A real manly man. A skinny girl. A short skirt girl. You’re. Sunday, September 21, 2008. Monday, September 15, 2008. All of our b...
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The Window and the Mirror: Junior
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The Window and the Mirror. Saturday, September 6, 2008. I dont want to sound weird, but i feel like you're talking to me on this one. i know you're not.but its an odd feeling. September 7, 2008 at 12:19 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to this strange place. I'll try to explain. I live in Canada's prairies. I'm in my early 20's. View my complete profile. Requiem for a Blackbird. Do The AA Stutter!
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The Window and the Mirror: Dark Days Came
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The Window and the Mirror. Saturday, August 16, 2008. Spill and shatter into the street,. Like broken light bulbs,. Fallen from grace, fallen from right. Crushed like so many paper cups,. Water cooler talk for the caffeine hogs,. Emptied and pourn out, and left to be destroyed. Falling tenderly into graves. What women will weep,. When we’ve fallen into the streets,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to this strange place. I'll try to explain. I live in Canada's prairies. I'm in my early 20's.