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My stories

Cherry

Yankee Memes, Liberated Conservatism, and Mitt Romney

Of course even a self-serving narcissistic fanatic like Palin makes Romney look bad to my eyes.

a poem for my Amazonian lover Britany

Electric light reflects from your optimistic eyes like an emotional laser show glowing and bouncing to awaken and liberate my heart as could no harmony or work of art...
Cherry

speaking to myself

"You shouldn't talk to yourself. Well I pictured somebody else, someone who looked like what I look like." - Elliott Smith It's not that I can't think quietly but I find hearing
Cherry

a poem for sweet Mutanity

The freeways are crawling with unseen strait-jacket lemmings commuting from their hovels or their houses on the hill they couldn't march off of, not without the titanic television

gall stones haiku set

formal espresso under blue oil-paint canal, smiling young lover vomit and vomit pale beside stomach writhing, ambulance, E.R. familiar old doc tells me I'm sick as hell hound,

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