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[Thursday the 8th
]
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buk [Thursday the 17th
]
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
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What's been in my mind [Saturday the 18th
]
The last few weeks have been strange. I need a change.
That rhymed.


I've got to stop feeling like this.
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People never notice anything. [Sunday the 12th
]
Goddam phonies.
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fourthclosure [Saturday the 4th
]
moving out tomorrow, weird.
internship interview on tuesday. press releases? errr...
sit down, john.
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Hoosgow [Saturday the 30th
]
Santi's in the slammer.
It's not funny...

but it is funny.
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God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater [Monday the 20th
]
God damn it, you've got to be kind.
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Poetry [Thursday the 16th
]
School's out in about two weeks, and I want to be more than semester friends.
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In This Economy, We’re All Whores [Friday the 6th
]
Taxi cabs worm through
the neon blur of a city
in its Lite-Brite masquerade,
toward a cheap motel
where a sign flickers
‘no vacancy’ --
quite contrary to the spirit
of its faceless pilgrims, the
glittering assholes, the
taxidermal beauties
whose secrets sink
under scarlet wallpaper
and soil the carpet
with their bullshit.
A cheeky little harlot
with butterscotch stilts
and a cherry pout
swings open the door
of a cabaret where
the wind-up dolls
play their night games.
It’s dark and still
her dead eyes hide
behind polarized moons;
mirror mirror, deja vu.
Inside, she collects a meager
tax and (securing it
beneath ripped fishnets
and boustier) begins
her sun dance seduction,
bruises, burns, and bite marks
veiled by the tangerine glow
and cigarette smoke screen.
The Burlesque queen
with her Kentucky Gentleman
and mescaline dreams,
romantic as spermicidal
lubricant and feels
about as much as
her anaesthetic cream. It’s
taxing work, being
a whore. But,
just like her clients,
she could use
a decent
job.

Maybe the
American Dream
isn’t so glamorous.
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So what do we do? [Friday the 6th
]
What do we do?
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