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IF I COULD SING...: January 2013
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Jan 5, 2013. This one is about constantly feeling like you should be able to flip a switch and change things, when you should just slowly stumble forward till your eyes adjust and you're out of the dark. It's not subtle. Switches and dimmers line the darkened hall. Some are old fashion on offs, pull chains hang. This we...
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IF I COULD SING...: May 2015
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. May 6, 2015. This is about pencils and wanting to get away from screens and draw shitty cartoons. Old Dixon Ticonderoga #2. It’s raining out the window. And my eyes are pixelating. Staring at computer screens. I just want to pick up my. And draw shitty pictures of my. My iPhone is buzzing. My eyes are heavy,. May 3, 2015.
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IF I COULD SING...: March 2015
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Mar 21, 2015. This is a Toast. So, this is a poem I hand wrote Morgan and left on the seat of the car for her to find after a particularly trying set of days. I am including the original preface here for context sake. As I sit with a cup of tea. Black as a cloud Portland Night. After a drunk takes out the power lines,.
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IF I COULD SING...: January 2015
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Jan 16, 2015. New Year, New Goal to Write Stuff. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Richard Scary's Rendition of my future medical vehical. What does the world need now? Portland, OR, United States. View my complete profile. Other Blogs of Awesomeness. Portland Is My Backyard.
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IF I COULD SING...: February 2013
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Feb 23, 2013. I Don't Need Sleep. Revisiting a common theme. Insomnia. I don’t need sleep,. I just need to lie in bed,. Staring at the ceiling,. Listening to music all night,. Thinking about possibilities,. Risks, the past and every person. I’ve ever accidently wronged. If sleep is for the weak,. I need a time machine.
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IF I COULD SING...: April 2013
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Apr 16, 2013. Rockers have a chord book. Rappers have rhyme book. Academics have a text book. Poets have a forest with the silhouette of child looking longingly at an abandoned bird's nest as she clutches a tattered journal. Links to this post. Apr 15, 2013. I'm getting too old for this shit. I am too old for this shit.
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IF I COULD SING...: April 2015
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Apr 25, 2015. Short Poems on Anxiety. I will crush you. The creature in the hole. Crush you from the inside. Is complaining about taxes. And a lack of sleep. My Ipod is breaking. They don’t make them any more. Can you imagine getting phone call on your. Sometimes I want to rip my phone. Back into it’s components,. Or Wo...
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IF I COULD SING...: Dr. Who and the Orthodic Alien Burrito
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. May 3, 2015. Dr Who and the Orthodic Alien Burrito. A Doctor Who Short story Written as my wife's mothers day card. Picture the 11th doctor (Matt Pond). Dr Who and the Orthodic Alien Burrito. Despite a slight rain, a large line of people were lined up outside. 8220;No response, no shock, no surprise. Come on people, ran...
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IF I COULD SING...: March 2013
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Mar 15, 2013. BRING OUT YOUR DEAD (LONDON PLAGUE PIT). Stanley Mathew's Response to this news article. If you're offended, screw off. Http:/ www.cnn.com/2013/03/15/world/europe/uk-london-skeletons/index.html? Bring Out Your Dead. BUILD A NEW RAIL,. Uncover the BLACK DEATH,. They found a Plague Pit,. The BUBONIC IS BACK.
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IF I COULD SING...: December 2012
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IF I COULD SING. The home of If I Could Sing This Would Be A Record Label Publishing. Usually unedited thoughts and ramblings. Often fancy, often deep, perhaps occasionally inspirational. Dec 29, 2012. Damn it feels good (to have the greatest dog in the world.). I think this is the first reference to my upcoming fatherhood I am posting here and I'm sure that fact is going to insert itself into more of my writing. Visit from a friend. This year will rock. I don’t really like this song,. Look out the windo...
