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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell: American Sex Language
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell. November 16, 2011. Do you remember Cecile? Would you let yourself,. Or would you tramp that down, quick? The best part is knowing that I found HER. She talks with her hips;. The deaf have a real way with words. I heard her message, loud and clear –. 8220;Buy me a beer, big boy.”. You don't trust me? How about why I get AIDS tests? There's only so much free love in me,. The rest is clothed in oiled rubber. I worry more about your cooch. You can call it cheating;.
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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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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell: Card Tricks from Master Grifts
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell. November 16, 2011. Card Tricks from Master Grifts. Across calm waters,. A stagnant public pond -. Our eyes met, and rejected. We should have known we'd be all wrong. You got your tarot read,. Every Wednesday, at 3. You'd barely get out of bed,. Only knowing you'd someday find me. If you promise to try,. I won't pin you down. With complaints, and rye. Was it love, our first sight? Did we feel that tingle,. That shiver in the night? Did you find me, all alone?
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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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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell. January 02, 2012. William F. Whaley. Streetlights" is Bill's 4th poetry ebook. A Graceful Kick to the Face. Walloping Wailing Wah Wah. People have seen this crap:. Card Tricks from Master Grifts. You're Fighting a Losing Battle, Private Thompson. Weak in Funny Places. Boulevard of Broken Assholes. William F. Whaley, 2011. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell: Bill who?
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell. Bill me; you Jane. Kamloops, BC (Canada). Author of 5 prose ebooks, and now - 4 poetry ebooks. Bill is hitting a dry spot this year, so he's putting his nose to the grindstone - in the only way that makes sense: crappy poetry, covering bothersome subjects. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Streetlights" is Bill's 4th poetry ebook. A Graceful Kick to the Face. Walloping Wailing Wah Wah. People have seen this crap:. Card Tricks from Master Grifts. Weak in Funny Places.
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent. A shift from the norm; back to the roots of fluff. Thursday, 14 July 2011. 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. 8 - You're My Best Friend.
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell: You're Fighting a Losing Battle, Private Thompson
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Streetlights in the Parking Lots of Hell. November 16, 2011. You're Fighting a Losing Battle, Private Thompson. One night, in bed, you roll over. You tell me in a soft voice that I'm killing our marriage. I debate telling you, “It's over,”. But simply roll away from you. It's 2 AM, on a rainy Sunday night. Are you in a mood to fight? Me thinks you better prep some chains,. Because I come prepared for flight. It's much easier to bury it all;. Live one more night in my own home –. I wait for you to scream,.
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent: Twofer on a Friday
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent. A shift from the norm; back to the roots of fluff. Monday, 11 April 2011. Twofer on a Friday. April 11, 2011. I finally hit on a girl,. When I didn't look like one myself. I didn't mutter, didn't hurl;. I was totally myself. It was the coveted redhead,. A sweet-faced girl of 20-or-so;. I thought she'd laugh me dead,. I was also hitting on the blond, even so. I look ridiculous, with so little hair;. Regardless, titless, I had balls. I can finally hit on women!
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Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent: I'm Not 12
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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. I don't read as much;. I feel out of touch. I'm going to be 23,. What an age to be. What will tomorrow bring? Will I finally start to sing. All the tunes within my hold? Can I be so bold? Tell me a story,. Colorfully, like Rory. Banter with me, like Dylan -. There are crowds to be a-killin'. I wish that I still loved books;. I miss all the twists, and hooks. 4 - I'm Not 12.