Can't get the... Try to twist the thing... with the paper clip...
*SNAP*
"OUCH! Blasted pin! AARGHH!"
*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG*
"You crazy dames--let me IN!!!!!"
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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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- Finally!
- *another approach*
- *picking the lock*
- Wait. Why's the door locked?
- I'm gone, man, SOLID gone!
- What He Should Have Told Himself.
- What He Tells Himself.
- Open letter to an unfamiliar vocalist.
- Wholly.
- TV Rant-let
- The PBB Cool Ten (10/15-10/21)
- Insecurity on display. (UPDATED)
- "But you work in a hospital!"
- Because I clearly couldn't keep this "all-serious ...
- Inviting Mockery and Derision.
- So far, so good...
- It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
- Rant Monday
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