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We crafted God in our image.

The fanfare The racing heartbeat The thrill The surprise The working man's plight The Sunday mornings in paradise with breakfast in bed with ..

The crazy nights were the best nights, like the night when I slept on the bathroom floor by accident and you didn't know I drank so much pinot. ..

Millions of feet beneath my feet lie all the Haikus, premium Sake, Samurais in waiting, waiting for the sunrise, I feel infinite in my small ab..

The world is made up of hypocrites who don't know that they are indeed hypocrites. They say one thing today and do another tomorrow without r..

She's on the top of the world looking down at the turmoil She carries on without a trouble, thinking all the while that she's Lucky nottobe ..

You asked me to go to Church with you tonight To find a new reason To live a fulfilling life We were scared. We were alone. The bells chimed..

You're sitting on my shelf between Kerouac and Plath, all the way to the right. It's dusty there, just a tad. Your covers are torn a bit from w..

Bukowski, seems to me, a genius perhaps greater than Hemingway, but no more eloquent than a piece of dung, a piece of leftover lemon chicken, a ..

Why am I running scared in fear lonely tortured a martyr of Nothing, when they all have the Autism-- the pain and heartache they must feel and..