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My house is full of pets in each corner, under the stove, behind the fridge, around the water heater. Little grey bunnies made of dust, ..

Smiling in the street while it thunders, today is the day I let my mind go, I turn my cap inside out, climb up the trees to look below. Fi..

walking the tightrope along the bridge, highbeams shine from passing cars, she shines brighter, giving the Earth a dim glow, one step foll..

leaves withered and grew as the old man sat, in his wooden rocking chair gently swaying, waiting for the day to come, people come to chat and..

standing at windows the day speeds by, people scurry as ants or inside metal monsters, always coming to and away, business of great importanc..

where are the old wanderers, whatever happened to Steve> a different holy book in hand every week, the wise man of the thrift store. &ldqu..

walking down cracked sidewalks, kicking rocks and acorns further ahead, hoping for a sound of birds, but chirps of squirrels abound. yeste..

Fun House looking both ways down an infinite hall, looking back at myself endlessly, I turned right and followed for ages, until I realize..

day and night it haunts me so, yesterday you were bovine, swine, or rodent, now gelatin surrounds you, confined in tin, fresh by chemical and so..

nurses come to top off my cup, the coffee and poison mingle in the air and on my tongue, she draws the curtain, moans next door persist, snow fal..