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My stories

An Ode to a Cigar

By the glow of a blue moon suck at this Macanudo as I shoot the winter wind with a genial, inspiring buddy whose bizzare depths I far from know Get too dizzy as I very rarely smoke,

Mangy Coat

Man, I step out and smell the opportunity of these stirring revolutionary days (and joy does not swell in me) ; I drink fire-water- regularly (with due Bohemian propriety)

An Ode to "Cool"

When I was a kid where I was a kid the cold, cold wind would blow relentless like an airy school or pirahnas... and I guess I never really learned to swim Sometimes were better than others

PHILOSOPHICAL TEA FOR TWO

"All I can do is just pour some tea for two and speak my point of view but it's not sane... it's not sane." - Blind Melon Usually when I confess visiting the strip bar,

A BUS TRIP THROUGH THE ROGUE VALLEY, OREGON

I and yet not I: COMPLETELY OTHER some beat phoenix risen from the ashes of terrified insanity the same wide blue eyes with the same long lashes but the game is changed: all but reversed

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