Prose
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- Written by: soi-disant
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missing link is missing still, shes somewhere in europe i assume, sleeping alone while im stuck here glayed eyes and full of mind fuck zones. will she be the bride who will be her groom. tricks with plectrums and words, guitar picks strumming till love is the word i heard. fractured fingers and crooked out neck, benign work loads that stress out the mind boggled by this girl that im wanting and trzing to impress. i love her look especiallz in that red dress.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Acidic rain fell again today on everyone but me and a few thousand, why am I so alone and free and so very damned happy? Why does everyone else have these falling faces like closed down small town businesses?
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It’s time for the running of the words again
It’s Encierro, Pamplona northeast of Madrid
The ancient ones make a run
But usually it’s the kids
Running round old bulls in the pack
Arthritis usually found in back
But it’s not a total loss when passed
We see the running of their ass
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- Written by: The_Unwanted
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A story based on the lyric 'Sugar Mice' by Marillion.
Raincheck.
Date: Sunday 18th September 2011.
Place: The Holiday Inn, Milwaukee.
Time: 10:34 am
Derek sat there in a chair that had become his own, in a rented room that he now called home, the third cigarette of the day steadily burning away in his hand that caressed his second glass of Rehorst.
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- Written by: writeeveryday
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Original post here.
“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must take a wider view, see the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what’s going on here.” – Annie Dillard
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