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- LIFE IN THE TRENCHES - romance, rebellion and running amok
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- THE LINE, THE VERSE, THE WHAT THE FUCK - the poems. the stories.
- THE LINE, THE VERSE, THE WHAT THE FUCK - the poems. the stories.
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May 20, 2009
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you bet, ee. you bet.
Posted by: Bob the Butcher | November 03, 2009 at 01:23 PM
thinking heavy thoughts passed out lightheaded, don't know where i am or where i'm headed.
Posted by: Elephant Eyelash | October 15, 2009 at 08:20 AM