there are gypsies in my mountains.
his anti-perfect makes me smile.
there are holes in the poetry as i spread myself thin
but it's okay because my anti-perfect makes him smile too.
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About Me
- monkey
- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.
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- dirty mind
- internet poll
- garlic breath
- christmas in september
- quiet (again?)
- three women / keep out
- work/rhyme
- breathe
- shape of an iceberg
- groundhog day
- name that tune
- quétaine is french for ikea
- got no room for bitter
- screws
- flowers
- the cosmic yes
- bubbles
- pause for station identification
- 1-800-PEP-TALK
- today he brought me a sock monkey
- popcorn
- fruit flies are the spawn of the devil
- got me a new pillow
- sleepyhead
- popsicle sticks
- clarification
- protein / deficient
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