College Was A Pyrrhic Victory
The first man I killed was myself, deskbound, hunched above translated lines of
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Parting Shot
I couldn’t stop altogether my periodic jaunts to the dives, those upper-lower hangouts frequented
Memoir Of A Cloud
Sound travels uninterrupted as long as it has a medium to travel through. Up here in
Four Random Notes (laughing)
“Whatever commandment the prisoner has disobeyed is written upon his body by the Harrow.” In the
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