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In related news, please buy me this. Remember--My birthday is in six weeks.
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
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- "The newspaper says, says, say it's true, it's tru...
- Two words
- My inner Indie jumped for joy.
- Holy convoluted ending, Batman!
- Productivity Enhancement...ahem...
- "And when she goes to work, you can hear her strin...
- Red Kryptonite
- "All I want is to feel this way..."
- Sample of Application Requirements for "the future...
- Radical Living: Part Two--Paradox
- Radical Living: Part One--The Radical Teacher
- Nothing to Hide?
- Lunchtime Reading Assignment
- Weekend Update
- Process: A Dialogue
- Who Needs a Topic When You've Got a Quiz?
- Nostalgia Poem # 785 (or thereabouts)
- Joe Finally Took Him Out
- I think I've figured out part of it...
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- A Lit-Geek's Personal Academic Policy
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