Polaroids are like
the poetry of photos.
Blurry, beautiful.
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In two thousand eight, seven (or so) people got together for the sake of getting together. And doing something. They decided to write a haiku a day (or as close as possible) to one another, to the world, to whomever. Enjoy.
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- hi it's caitlin
- buying used.
- cat's away.
- They say green. It feelsmore purple with a crest l...
- for one of you (#4)
- for one of you (#3)
- for one of you (#2)
- for one of you (#1)
- Fat people should stoplosing weight. I can't find ...
- I purposely steppedin watermelon gum tocounter the...
- Planning Day
- Heart in head remix
- recognition
- Six a.m. - smilingEight p.m. - beaming, blushingOn...
- false starts.
- afterglow.
- hey, at least the voices stopped
- 1,000 views!
- Maybe I'm Afraid
- No more cameras.The best memories are theones I ca...
- she smiles with the lightof a child...must be swim...
- Age: Wisdom ratio
- a subversive smilealways coming around tocatch me ...
- and i miss you likethe fields miss the sheep and l...
- "Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims, and ...
- Girl Watcher, Intl.
- I can fall to sleepon fragments, turning twinklest...
- Tired of staringat the back of heads. I havefunny ...
- Daydreams of Nightmares.
- He doesn't like hospitals
- Saki, So Much
- 7-11Open because they do notcare about your god.
- on my walk, i encounter a girl with a white stuffe...
- I watch the nurse changehis filled bag and think: ...
- Workforce Trauma 5: The Holidays
- If Christians feel thatEaster is fact, then let me...
- To the Invisible Boy
- Polaroids are likethe poetry of photos.Blurry, bea...
- In the war betweenyou and the mosquito inyour show...
- when there is no rightaction, doing nothing isthe ...
- Workforce trauma 4: "Down Economy!" OR "Nobody lov...
- Workforce Trauma 3: The French Connection
- Workforce trauma 2: "We're Green!"
- Workforce trauma.
- Singing loudly into the wind...
- Weekend Getaway
- "... or I'll stab you with a Q-tip" ~ Homer Simpson
- For All That Apply
- filling in the flapof shirt that used to be used-t...
- SongWriter's Block
- Lego castles haveone weakness: the tempest ofnegle...
- InconsequentialInevitabilityDisintegration
- a very religious holiday
- how to beat the terr'ists
- Sixth Truth
- we take ourselves tooseriously. will all thismatte...
- I choke around thesteam shoveled lake golf course....
- daydreamer
- It's rude.
- The Fastest Hands in SoFlo
- the girl next door
- To sleep, to dream...
- conversations at work
- When all is said anddone, I want my legacyto be br...
- Justice
- Dancing for the Death of an Imaginery Enemy
- one nation under god
- i'm such a silly fucking asshole. really. this mel...
- video camerapurchase wasted. for want ofsomething ...
- Dearest Peter John,We have taken over you.Love, In...
- the Sandlot
- Playing Dead
- quit your bitching.
- still
- "I swear guys! I read Beowulf in high school!"
- Another dead bird.He thinks I'm proud, I know howB...
- snarled the junkyard dog,
- "You're too shy. Play thegame. You're not even in ...
- the perils of self-inflicted inebriation
- jealous of sleep; greenwith responsibilityand my w...
- angry hospitalpeople may be dying herebut you can ...
- 'just trying to make you feel better, man.'
- Sleeping's the onlyway I can experiencelife's gift...
- Tension can be agreat thing for guitar strings and...
- ...but not as much as the muppet movie, which is m...
- Fifth Truth
- i'm not insincere!i just want her to love me,proof...
- Fourth Truth–Reflection
- Arrange letters allyou like.We are more nakedin ou...
- Comfort
- "I told you, I'm Vietnamese!"
- My guitar does notweep gently. It pisses outfresh,...
- Writing's the onlyinstance I know where vomitis re...
- the rambunctious beastsmy girlfriend calls her nep...
- some things stay the same
- shitty, shitty morning.
- I wish that ata million parts per trillionthe drug...
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2 comments:
welcome back!
Guess who's back?
It'd feel so empty without me.
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