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Here, try a sample, you might like something.

I want to have these songs babies.

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Ex Post Facto

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One of these things is not like the other….

From The Starlit Journal:
Deconstructive Critisism 4/15/2003
The reflection is nothing but the shadow,
infused with the decay of every dead dream,
scored with the dull drone from every hollow sigh,
saturated in the light destitute hues of emptyness
is a display on every way a person can be “lost”.
it’s the girl they call “lonliness in a pretty [...]

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It seems I have always been a gypsy / a challenge for the drama-mamas.

Ten Elementary Schools, Two Middle Schools and Two High Schools. I certainly didn’t have a problem becoming the new kid at school repeatedly. It’s no wonder I was so socially awkward, or why I eventually gave up on making friends as a kid….why they would point and laugh at me for playing tether ball or [...]

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A starlit vessel marching through time.

It’s amazing what surprising proverbial time capsules you can find stuck on the internet like the hideous refrigerator magnet that exists only for the sole purpose of one day reminding you of the little things you knew you shouldn’t let [...]

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A mistaken mistake. or Second Grader Communication Skills Fail.

I was about seven years old with the amount of energy you’d get from fifty Red Bulls and a mouth like a girl on coke with a faulty relationship. On this particular day I was in [...]

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