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He lay across her bed, counting the holes in the ceiling tiles. The afternoon sun came in through slitted mini-blinds,
AYoS premier... I'll admit it. This song started just 'cause I liked the sound of the title. It seemed to
Love and confusion. Which is the hand, which the glove? The relationship that had just ended when I wrote this
You hope you're just a memory to her, as you squat on the heels of your boots in a forlorn
Everything is everything. That seems to be how the Big Picture develops. Like a self-replicating fractal, it just seems like
Only boring people get bored. I wish I'd known that as a kid. It seemed like I was always bored,
My buddy James would have said it was all just a little too on the nose. I first met him
The first day of fall. A couple weeks into the new semester and he found himself not in his Comp
When I came up with the phrase, "in my daddy's rented Cadillac" -- I knew the Caddy would have to
Someone was watching I dont care what they saw this terrible truth is a secret all
The Let Down. He didn't see it coming. He thought he was happy. Maybe, even, in love. And for the
New Song Alert... Okay... not sure this song is really done, actually. But I'm tired of waiting for the last
He was thin and white when I found him in my backyard. He was sick and so tired he couldn't
He saw her five days a week. When she transferred in from Vancouver, he'd been with his girlfriend for a
Without lust... could there be rock and roll? It would certainly set sexual procreation back a few squares, anyhow. And
It's Public Domain Sunday. I just declared it. So, today's entry is the traditional folk classic (or an abbreviated,
