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She Wishes I Was A Teddy Bear
There is second to none appeal as to being a teddy bear, for one you can mold, break, be ripped to shreds by children who have had a bad day. I am terribly cuddly but only when provoked, she wishes I was a teddy bear… -
The Sailors On My Dresser
Changes, I don't fear them anymore. It's odd, that we're terrified of things and all it takes is one simple conclusion to recognize the obvious, nothing is sacred, nothing is worth noting, nor is it worth doting … -
My Troubled Mind Hurts Like A Teddy Picker
I wonder, sometimes I wonder what the fuck is wrong with society. And when I say "society" I mean us all, we are all fucked up in one obvious way or another. And yet we cannot accept each other for these, we simply… -
Swingsets and Butterflies
This is it, it's the official end of my high school years. It's the unfortunate but well timed death of my childhood. I'm going to Peabody, which is the music department of Johns Hopkins University and I feel sl… -
miss lucille court
i would like to raid market and buy every item in sight, but I know like you know some things are just stupid. I would like to relive friday night and make nathanael listen to 'ebonics'. i would like to know why some … -
Infinity Is Only Eight Floors Up
I am the gecko, I pride myself for Geico. I love being on top of the Prince Street Garage, up there I feel infinite. I miss my ghost that inhabited my camera. I want to free fall to the middle of nowhere. I long to find … -
I Would Like A Cookie From A Girl Scout
I want a melody to go with my mood swings. I want the work day to end so I can go home and watch, "Purple Rain." I want to be loved by someone I love. I want to have a wild weekend, alone. I want to be young and inno… -
The Day the Eighties Died
It doesn't make sense, and I am not sure I can phrase it right. Michael Jackson died. And for some reason it feels as if I've lost my best friend. Of course I didn't know, just as the majority of us didn't, we just fe… -
I Am A Sentimental Bastard
I am addicted. I am a poet. I am the gecko. I am the poem that I wrote in a fit of spasms. I am currently exhausted although I've nailed six hours of sleep the past two nights. I am a big fan of Vicadin. I am a supporter… -
I Am A Vampire, I Need Vampisol
I saw a film today, it was touching but I won't bother viewing it again. I saw this girl kissing a guy out on Prince Street, I thought it was cute. I saw on the bathroom scale that I've lost fifteen pounds in the la…
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