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Tide August 13, 2010
Been awhile - a little ditty here from some time ago
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Glass Tornadoes July 28, 2010
From 1994...
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Questions July 28, 2010
A list of questions from 1994...
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A night of music July 14, 2010
from '95
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Phillip's China July 14, 2010
From '95 (notice the reference to a "cellular" phone - new at the time
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Abraham vs. the Pollen July 14, 2010
short story from '95
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Jealousy and Pity... July 14, 2010
Is jealousy the perception of one with Delusions...
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“Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" July 13, 2010
Typing this up from 1995 when the Chicago tune came on my iPod, so decided to aptly entitle...
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GSP July 7, 2010
Story around a trip down the parkway at 2:30 AM
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The Great Escape - almost July 7, 2010
True story about an escape I almost made - was saved at the last moment...
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In My Backyard For a Smoke July 6, 2010
Another short story from 1995...
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The lion, the cloak and the promise July 6, 2010
Short story from '95
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Just Two Guys July 6, 2010
Written 15 years ago about my best friend that died last year surfing in El Salvador. Ironically it seems to be about successfully learning our boundaries
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The Penis and the Vagina June 29, 2010
From 5/17/95, with link to accompanying visual
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they have been Sent June 14, 2010
from 4/95 There is hurt, and agony And I want neither yet they stop by frequently They knock on my door ...
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The Buffalo and the Antelope June 14, 2010
From 4/95 “Why does the antelope do that?” “Do what?” “Why does he – dance around like that?” ...
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Untitled June 10, 2010
from 4/10/95 I was walking down my hallway to my room. The narrowness of the corridor nearly suffocated me as I traveled. I could see the walls moving by me but the end of the hall didn’t appear to be getting any closer. It had been a good day. I had found a stray monkey...
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