

People DiePeople DiePeople Die
In Skowhegan people die. In Brooklyn people die. In Altoona and Galesburg and Osawatomie, in Seminole and Shamrock, in Santa Rosa, and Snowflake, and Overton, and Portersville, and Fresno people die. They just drop off of census lists and fall out of phone books forever. Written into diaries and out of wills their lives evaporate into the sky
and are inhaled by children
playing tag in a neighbors driveway. It was in Pico Rivera that you happened to die Jason, just this past weekend in fact, while I vacationed in Ventura &
Karate, Jesus is Lord? I think there's a poem in that...
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Stop popping that bubble wrap and check out *ThePurpleNurple
Make [your] characters want something right awayeven if its only a glass of water."-- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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meh
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In darkness there will always be light
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"Sit your arse down in that chair and drink your goddamn TEA."
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nobody but me walks the waist high wet
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Things that escape my mouth
"I don't like when it's soft, but I don't like it too rough either." - Me talking about paper.
Me: -sticks bottle between legs to hold-
Friend: K____, what are you doing?
Me: What? I always stick things between my legs.
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NIKON: D200, 18-200mm, 70-300mm, Sigma 50-500, 50mmSB400.
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