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Antioch

Before it was useful,
the internet that is,
I worked 3rd shift
in a plastic fuckery,
factory really,
and in there I’d get off
at seven sunrise… 119 more words

Poetry

A night of Drunken Ramblings

I don’t really even know what to say, but as always my fingers do the speaking. Free associative writing I suppose.

Now that I’m feeling more like myself I have to learn to excercise my choices better, no longer having the excuse of being dulled by the medication I was on. 782 more words

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