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Until the incident The day Had been going well, And uneventful. The incident being: I was playing her song To someone Not her. She left, ..

the birds have stopped flying. the voices are quiet. this is what i’ve asked begged pleaded for. a woman, who lov..

a nasty habit.

howdy. im at work, and there isnt much going on, so i thought i'd write you. it's been too long, and ive been too down. you see. these things take ..

i have not yet given up i have my own caged bluebird. i have my own hiding places i have my own sun to be angry at. the hawk is hurt, tho..

There’s something about diners. Some all-american quality inborn, that we all silently consent to. The same food, the same coffee, the same pi..

cynical. cold. spiteful. bitter. with, just a teaspoon, of cayenne. an old piece found in an old notebook, revised. (move your bed occasionally, it..

The old man was dead when they brought him in. I was smoking a cigarette with one of the x-ray techs, Tim, when the bus brought him in. People seem..

we’re waiting to see who’s going to f**k up first. who’s going to give who the go ahead. thinkin bout the dark days, ..

we all know the Combine.