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on writing chapter five
4.04.2009
Don't wear their shirt to the concert.
I once thought I saw the face of God
in a footprint on the set-list
from my favorite band's last show
that I taped to my wall
but then again
it might've been the rum.
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St. Andrew
Pompous Sir: Come. Stance.
Babe, the first time.
The third best feeling in my world:
Their weapons and tactics ain't so special.
I'll take 'Salty Liquids' for a thousand, Alex.
A fictional call made from outside a college bar a...
He cooks for an army that doesn't exist and says i...
It's in your bones.
Always with the flailing.
Pellets
I'm sure it's been done before, and better.
Not bad for a Polak.
...keeping in mind that it's a heliocentric system.
As bad for me as it was for you.
Rum for dinner
What lies behind my rabbit obsession, and more rea...
It skips a generation.
Heirlooms
Don't wear their shirt to the concert.
Somos muertos, pero no los sabemos.
The barkeep played the bongos, and well.
How any good parent rewrites the script.
She offered me a cookie on my way out.
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