Strawberry letters,
phallic candles, turkey, and
spatulas of love.
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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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- Paralysis ofthe brain at the behest ofmirrored sle...
- Strawberry letters,phallic candles, turkey, andspa...
- thanks for the giving.thanks for the taking. circl...
- Today Axl Roseleft me no more excusesto procrastin...
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- Empty room, dancingin the moonlight with justme, m...
- "enough about me"means goodbye to these people.not...
- The stress of nothingjust to make the day simplewe...
- for sale: condoms andpoetry. one size fits all.equ...
- crapcrapcrap
- Warm fireplaces,family dinner ignoresbombs droppin...
- is there anyonewho appreciates air more than the n...
- Jobless, home alone.Talking to myself, writinghaik...
- The words I write sitlonely next to more words and...
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1 comment:
You forgot random washed up 80s pop star appearances.
;)
Best Thanksgiving ever.
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