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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Smile, Look Up
A Skyfull of
Lovenotes for
My wildflower.
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Letting Go: An Exercise
Contemptuous Old Bastard
More Comfortable
Impotence
Inconstance
Rabbit
That Time I Wrote Howl or How I Learned To Do Thin...
Step Right Up or How I Stole Tom Waits' Words
What She Said...
All That We Have
Fiction
Under The Bodhi Tree or Why I Talk Of Sleep So Much
Drop Bombs
Smile, Look Up
Styrofoam Anchors
Lucy, I Awake and All My Love To The Sun
I Find It Hard To Sleep or I'm The Reason They Inv...
Anxiety # 19
Boom, Daddy or When I Was A Black Woman In 1961
The Beat Life # 2
Visions Memories Time
Shortcomings or How I Came To Live With Myself
On My Soap Box
Today I
The Last Day Of My Life or Why I'll Die With Regrets
Killer
The Literary Exorcism of Melancholy or How I Found...
Run
From An "Infinite Ageless Inkwell"
Tomorrow
A Cruel Toilet
Angst And Smooth Jazz
What Constitutes An Adventure?
9.8
That Beat Life # 1
Rose Oceans or That Time I Read About The Dark Tower
Hospital
Wakewalker, I
Laughing
Your Love
First Year
The Great Canadian Dichotomy:
All The Babies Are Born With Mothers
"That Girl, She Beat"
Who Will?
One Bad Dream
A Ghost Of A Person I Used To Want To Be
Gravity
Kesey Writes Bukowski
Cold Slug
Service
You're...
An Old Tale
The Sleepers Sleep: Oh Tell It!
Paper And Laptop
An Ode # 637
Sal Paradise and That Time I Met Kerouac
Subtlety or Ken Kesey I Love You
# 3
A Joke, A True Thing
I Took Root In Time Lapse
In My Pocket
He Is
Epic
Anxiety # 7
When You And I Are Sleeping
A Story
Memory the Memory
Our Perfect Circle
The End Cometh or Shit! The Clocks All Stopped
She, The Dauphine
Discrete
As Per Usual or Maybe Sometimes
Dull Thud Offset or How I Love Thee Smith Corona
The Dark Side of Oz
(?)
# 92
Pick Up
# 83
Us
Samsara Again
About Me
Chris
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