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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent: Title Page, Yo
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent. A shift from the norm; back to the roots of fluff. Wednesday, 1 June 2011. Title Page, Yo. An ebook by William F. Whaley. William F. Whaley. William F. Whaley. Is 23, in late 2011. Shivanee N. Ramlochan. Unprovoked Acts of Literacy. The Thirst For Thought. A Graceful Kick to the Face. 1 - Don't Leave Me. 2 - Who's That Girl? 3 - Daddy's Little Girl Ain't a Girl No More. 4 - I'm Not 12. 5 - Dear Brad. 6 - I've Been 15 Twice. 7 - Twofer on a Friday.
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent: Who's That Girl?
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent. A shift from the norm; back to the roots of fluff. Sunday, 10 April 2011. April 10, 2011. The one in the denim? We joke, it's fun. I'll never let her in. The short one, in boots? I keep making fun,. We're all in cahoots. Just for fun,. Should we call her Stanley? The one with the talk? We banter, it's fun -. But, she can't walk the walk. William F. Whaley. William F. Whaley. Is 23, in late 2011. Shivanee N. Ramlochan. Unprovoked Acts of Literacy. 4 - I'm Not 12.
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The Thirst for Thought: Kristy Whaley is
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Saturday, June 12, 2010. A 1988 addition to the Canadian population. Since 1988, Kristy has made a nuisance of herself, irritating educators and bosses alike. In her time unemployed, Kristy spends a lot of time concocting implausible stories about inarticulate things - hooray, phonetics! Thirst" is Kristy's (1, 2. 3. OH! 4th ebook. Abandoned, as of 11-2-10, she will only be showing it to a select few. Kristy hopes that you will enjoy this ebook. A Bird and a Body.
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Her Inner Workings: An ebook titled:
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Are not working at all). Friday, November 6, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A horrible ebook by. A Sidewalk Dancer's Death. Suicide of a Straight-A Student. Smiling Only Confuses People. Tasty on the Inside (The Bag Lady's Bright Future). Forgive Me, Father. More by Kristy Whaley:. Unprovoked Acts of Literacy. The Thirst For Thought.
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The Thirst for Thought: A Bird and a Body
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Saturday, June 12, 2010. A Bird and a Body. Ah, the pills. I keep wondering, Ted: do any of these counteract? Of course, you don't talk, not right now. Mother's in the room, so you're still. You peep your bird-eyes at her, glaring with an iron stare, willing her to leave the room. Or am I projecting my own wishful thinking upon you? Mother's a smelly old biddy. Biddy-bydie, smelly old body. Do you think that she'll wake from her wee nap? I don't like being alone&...
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Her Inner Workings: Suicide of a Straight-A Student
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Are not working at all). Friday, November 6, 2009. Suicide of a Straight-A Student. She thinks that she won't be missed,. So she tempts fate with a fall. Calculated carefully beforehand,. She masterminds her own demise. They make up nice stories. To pretend that they knew her. Her friends forget their own follies. To cry, and confront their disbelief. They'll forget her open sores,. Simple, silly little suicide games;. They'll forgive her tired tones -. And she'll become another shiny memory.
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The Thirst for Thought: Sleepover with Grandma Wallace
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Thursday, July 8, 2010. Sleepover with Grandma Wallace. Billy Joel was on the radio. Joanie sat in the stuffy room, waiting for her grandmother to come back out of the bathroom. There was a loud thump. She blurted, shooting to her feet. "Grandma, are you okay? Joanie wandered from the easy chair, and in to the hallway. Silence greeted her inquiry. She reached the bathroom, hammering on the door for good measure. I thought it landed on your knee? Jesusfuck. Fr...
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The Thirst for Thought: Perhaps Not
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Thursday, July 29, 2010. Where is that lamp? Jenny called, across the dump. Mark shouted back, sifting through a pile of flower pots. You know, that cool one that you can operate with your mind.". Motherfuckers. Jenny's blond hair flew in to Mark's eyes. He left it alone. She hugged him around his waist, lifting him off the ground a little. Okay," he said. She wouldn't even be able to use it, not without him around - it was designed for telekinetics. In their pil...
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The Thirst for Thought: Modest Smouldering
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Sunday, August 8, 2010. The lights flickered, in some unknown rave pattern. She spotted Blondie's companions, and backed in to the crowd before they could reach her. Blondie looked pretty upset at being interrupted/losing Riley's pliable body. Nethers nonetheless on fire, Riley wiped her mouth, and made her way towards the exit. Y'know, you're gunna start pissing me off soon," she told the stoned slut. Dear, sweet Mary, all alone, at home. She thought back to her...
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Her Inner Workings: Annabel (A Haunting)
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Are not working at all). Friday, November 6, 2009. The sweet summer song of melancholy. Whispers hymns in my ears. The symptoms of my syndrome lapse;. This vestige can't carry on contained. Contact my inner confidences last,. The contour of you stays in my mind. Contradict my memories with rebuttals -. Contrary to this concept, I wait. She contracts my acathisia with relish,. While I clutch at the last cobwebs;. The fading feelings linger occasionally -. But not when her codeine filters through.
