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torn labels: missing, and a river of bottled nite
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Th most amazing whatever. Missing, and a river of bottled nite. On th summer grass. And tipd her head. I askd her if. She was all ready. She said, no. Up on th blanket. And tipd her head to th stars, and. I pourd some from th bottle of jack daniels. And askd her if. She was ready, and in th silence. Listend to th rush of th peace. I heard a rustle in th bushes. And told her it was a bear,. But she didn’t believe me and I took th bottle. Of jack and tipd it back. Raven, purple in th moon and.
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Th most amazing whatever. Trolley motions me from th hard-stare scratches of th bar. To a table in a corner of th room. wooden dancefloor and. A handful of bodies move in and out of one another beneath. Th silent approval of wildlife. th crowd is a familiar morph. Of unfamiliar faces dancing wingless beneath pulsing lights. Pearl jam and for a moment life is easy and upheld I float. On a neon pulse through th black. I know you’ll be a star. In somebody else’s sky. We’re all angels w/ clipped wings. Lens ...
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Th most amazing whatever. As 'male bear' continues, po fo has moved to. Posted by hardyf : 23:53. Comments: Post a Comment. View my complete profile. The nxt door to nowhere. The jane day reader.
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torn labels: why i don't believe in karma
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Th most amazing whatever. Why i don't believe in karma. So I may have met this girl. Of my dreams on Friday nite ;. Treating ppl like shit, lately ;. From strangers to lovrs. Other possible title: "perhaps my best is my worst". Posted by hardyf : 22:54. All right hf, time to come home to pg. Please make your letters bigger. View my complete profile. The nxt door to nowhere. The jane day reader.
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torn labels: tuesday night (what hurts the most)
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Th most amazing whatever. Tuesday night (what hurts the most). The israeli military is moving. Into lebanon, i am in the bathtub and. Anderson cooper is in the living room. Rascal flatts is on the radio, the hezbollah. Are crouched in stone houses, i'm. In the kitchen cutting a zucchini. I am lying in bed, which i re. So i could see the stars. Posted by hardyf : 21:01. Comments: Post a Comment. View my complete profile. The nxt door to nowhere. The jane day reader.
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torn labels: or else
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Th most amazing whatever. Build a liquor fence around me. On a window bed. Slowly, th drops of blood. Unhappy in this generation ; romance ferment. I am only water,. Yet named asshole and lovr / writer & fuckr / cunt and cock and son. Was confrontd by myself. In a bar,. Had little to say. Moved on behind black flames. misu. Posted by hardyf : 21:40. Comments: Post a Comment. View my complete profile. The nxt door to nowhere. The jane day reader.
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Th most amazing whatever. October 20, 2001. I continually fell on my hands in th garden. Weeds wrapd in layers around my body. Let myself be buryd and waitd for flowers. To grow but only red shoots of anger. Penetrated th black earth. I let them grow. Reemerged from th soil under a blue sun. Went back in th house and drank a pint. Of whiskey. half asleep. In front of th television I dreamd of my father. Being mauld by a bear. He did not struggle as I would have liked him to. But his boots kickd th coals.
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Th most amazing whatever. Doig days of summer. Posted by hardyf : 19:54. Comments: Post a Comment. View my complete profile. The nxt door to nowhere. The jane day reader.
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http://tornlabels.blogspot.com/2006/09/male-bearleg-one-so-im-drinking-at.html
Th most amazing whatever. So I’m drinking at a small bar calld th ice cave in jasper, alta. Thursday night, th scotch is cheap and so is my nerve. a dalwhinnie. On-th-rocks perches atop mt katami, just northeast of my wrist. Th big game on th walls seem content and stare blankly towards. A point in th upper-middle of th room. In th dim spotlight from an overhanging lamp my head is hung. Over a map. mine eyes squint to stay on a trail of dots weaving. Edge a flat view for such a dangerous idea. Matches...
