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the night is beckoning although I have nowhere to go but home / feels good to be alone / with every turn comes a new frame of mind / if i could frame my mind where would it hang

you shoulda seen the other guy

By lizard on February 9, 2004

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friday or something just like friday. thursday, for instance.

By lizard on December 22, 2003

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i’ve been through diamonds. i’ve been through minks. wait. no i haven’t.

By lizard on December 4, 2003

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torture your liver and let the earth quake if this makes you shiver then sit there and shake

By lizard on November 2, 2003

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subliminal or sublingual or subsomething or otherwhere

By lizard on October 22, 2003

i was something to say made of my own language however the waves, formless from the start, have fallen into an unearthly glassy trance flatline flowing from the sensation of russian or something quite similar being spoken into a courtesy phone just over my left shoulder by someone sitting surfing the same internet i’m typing [...]

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i have no idea where to begin

By lizard on October 20, 2003

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the internet is twelve dollars an hour at kinkos

By lizard on October 19, 2003

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oh, what was i thinking? screw normal.

By lizard on September 29, 2003

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the whole truth

By lizard on September 6, 2003

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(in)search_of_something(sane)i_find(asylum)

By lizard on August 21, 2003

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