I Am My Father
good times I remember. Fishing among the mosquitoes swimming at Moose Bay
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Steps on High
from my window perch clouds create cotton balls of misshapen puffs sprinkled across the sky
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Spring not Sprung
A seemingly somnolent sun seems unable to burn off the morning mist leaving the afternoon looking listless while cool brisk breezes reminds us winter has not yet waned.
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Memories are made of this
When kindness slipped away “Hi, Esther.” It was Uncle Amos who was quick in mind, but with no dress sense at all. It was said his underpants were fixed together by safety-pins.
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Memories are made of these
Being blind didn’t make you nice
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Memories
Nothing funny about this
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donuts & dubstep (the hypnoticmelodic never tasted so good)
when trent reznor & al jourgensen went back to the- keepingsteponetwoonetwo CLANGstrobeCLANGstrobe keepingsteponetwoonetwo STROBEclangSTROBEclang (with an amphetamine pulse & a
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