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 An evil man decided to become a killer clown after he watched 'It'. He showed no mercy, murder was a crime that he loved to commit. And just... [read more] |
 they enter not with boots but brogues— shined mirror-bright, reflection-proof— carrying portfolios stuffed with secrets and a... [read more] |
 The veil grows thin, a trembling sigh, Between the earth and ink-black sky. Lantern mouths in crooked grin, Mark where the wandering souls d... [read more] |
 There once was a man named Clive Who'd love to go sky dive But he'd always complain 'This parachute's a pain' Did he understand that's... [read more] |
 I am grateful to Johann Wolfgang von Göethe Who wrote this maxim…. and for all the truth it brings: There are only two l... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand…an eventually see how important it is to tend to, cultivate and nurture our ever-growing family tree... [read more] |
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When I think about my family…I like to picture them this way: each member as a different flower…In a beautiful bouquet. ... [read more] |
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When the light was hidden and the heavens closed their mouth, I said in my haste, “The Voice is gone, the path erased.” But th... [read more] |
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"A Psalm of the Scar and the Voice" Blessed be the Name, who gives and who takes away. When the heavens were silent, I thought... [read more] |
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I know a young woman named Louise All the young men she desires to please With them she loves to flirt Wearing only shorts and a T-shi... [read more] |
 how lovely is a burning tree how lovely is a burning tree like the thoughts reminisced at any particular time burning from... [read more] |
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Two knives, two knives I'll buy 'em I need to buy myself two knives Would give me, oh such a thrill My wife, I wanna kill Gotta get me... [read more] |
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There was a high school student named Brandon Homework assignments he'd never hand in When asked why he wouldn't He said that he... [read more] |
 I get it ecologically suicidal emotional talking monkeys rule the earth and she might never recover brutalized and penetrated... [read more] |
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I am grateful for having retained the eyes of my childhood. For how often they have helped me to see the world…the way it was created... [read more] |