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They were the band of my existence. When I was 13. I went to their shows, bought their CDs. Listened to them every night. Read their lyrics. Somet..

Things do and do not come to me when I fire a neuron to stimulate more to make a nice path for my thoughts to think along. and I am sometimes on t..

Just a sentimental little ode to a little person or two in my future :)

Dormant now, that longing ache. Boarded up by panes of polished wood. No sooner had you stepped inside, Than all those months were buried where I..

I fade out of the shade into the sunny warm October Where the pavement turns to gravel and I balance on the stones. Soaking but unswayed because t..

Blocking my thoughts when I think of them,  Rhythm and meter are hindrances. Words, I dismiss, when their syllables Fail to fit into my sente..

Spill out your troubles, and pour a little whiskey on it. Life’s a little rebel, better pull one over on it. You give and you take, or you tak..

The idea here was to end each line with an anagram from the letters of "Antigravity."

I’m half asleep But I’m tapping the beat With my stick feet And I sigh. My stick legs waver And I sway like a raver As I savor the f..

Feet I have many They hold up my body I need them in order To move... I can tell. Sometimes galumphing And many times falling I scurry along, A..