Daily Archives: November 11, 2011


Somedays you’re the windshield somedays you’re the bug Me? I’m the guy with the red rag hanging from gray overall pocket who cleans up the mess

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Night comes, day goes – or vice versa. Who knows? Nocturnal vices of peers- beer, dancing, sex, beer in no particular order My vices of the night – words, paper, words am I more profound, or more boring – or … Continue reading

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