June 2012
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May 2012
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Billie Holiday - Foolin’ Myself
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i wind myself up just to watch myself unwind.
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“…I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning...”
– T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land (via techbot)
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He was not the stuff of which women dreamed, and each day he walked the streets reinforced that conviction.
Three days since we killed four men. Three days until Bobby DeWitt got out. I tried to tell myself I was the sturdy leg in our little triangle. I was worried it was true.
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By the time I had realized the heedlessness of my missteps it had been too late to tread back. I was fairly warned to stay away from these woods. I never did appreciate another person’s advice, but this time I was admittedly foolish. Still I could not tell whether it was my ignorance or my curiosity that got the best of me. Thick roots crept swiftly and silently behind me as I went, and had...
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i close my eyes only to find myself staring at another wall in the dark.
sleepless below the sheets with hopes for bad dreams
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Listen
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April 2012
Watchfuckyeah1990s:
Partnership for a Drug-Free America
