i wish my blog were as aesthetically pleasing as james's or anna's. instead mine is rather bland. i feel as if a more pulchritudinous blog would allow for more poetic thoughts to pull forth from my tongue and between my eyes.
alas.
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fill me with apples, i am lovesick
bullet proof...i wish i was
we don't grow around here
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- when i tried to be a published author
- when i played connect the meloys
- when i saw portland and cried
- when i was disappointed part II
- when i was disappointed but not altogether surprised
- when i opened
- when i heard from a fifth one
- when i did something i don't regret and fell aslee...
- when i figure it out and then lost it again and th...
- when i went back in time
- where conflict doesn't arise and i'm lost for words
- if only for a moment
- thought
- "a cartographer's curse"
- mojo pin
- salem and palomino
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