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Palaces, Palaces, Barricades, Barricades, Threats, Threats meet Promises, Promises.
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2006
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April
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- Grief Above All
- Matt Mays & El Torpedo
- Obit:
- Breathe Free And Strive. Forever,
- There are not enough words,
- There are only the ones that are Taken.
- No title
- Two Against Many.
- "Oh But Nobody Vants To Lissen To Hans Blix"
- Have A Child, Asshole.
- Inhibited Orchestra
- No title
- Balls Thirty.
- No title
- Overripe Facilities
- Rites Of Spring
- No title
- Look Upon Me
- Henry's Waspers On The Bench
- Look Upon Me,
- No title
- Do The Who's Then In Grant's Tomb Then?
- The What has arisen?
- Oooh, John Murden, You're Gonna Get It.
- Nausica, Heal Thyself.
- Long As I Got Legs To Stand On,
- I Live My Life Beneath Her Waxing And Waning.
- parallelogram
- I'll Show You the Life Of the Mind:
- It’s true, civilization frays at 1:49 am at the Wa...
- Blog as A Weapon.
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- InhibiTron
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- Barometer Two Point O
- Hello, State Your Name & Reason for Visit
- meet the poets
- Shambling Towards Morriseys' Throat
- Never Forget. The Nuclear Option.
- Because Pink Is The New Black
- Behold Angry Pink Smoothie
- Nausica Because She Is So Brave Nausica
- www.nausicaa.net
- Reduction Oblivion
- Ps-The Phlegm I Cough Constitutes Post Supper
- We Don't Need Another Gyro
- 24 Twenty Four Hours Ago
- No title
- Concession’s Morbid Record Collection
- Our Boots WIll Have a Meeting
- Our Boots Will Take Control
- Bedtime For Democracy
- I'll Show You The Life Of The Mind.
- No title
- Hickory Shaped Environmentalist
- Goddamn Josie Fucking Wales
- (Klaxon Sounding) Park & Harrison
- Que Habla Meep? (Klaxon Sounding)
- The Worldview What is Made
- Crumbling Worldview
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- This Blog Remembers
- Do the Obliteration
- Never Mind The Wolfcocks, Here's The Obliteration ...
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- Garbage Brain
- Q: Are We Not Men?
- Do the Obliteration Rock
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- Dispatch From the Resistance
- In The Shower, We Dream About Zombies
- Chews Pink In This Kitchen
- Gary Hall Jr. Is A Barbasol Real Man
- Obliterate With Lisa Thi
- Discard the Defunct
- Abduction Cnduction
- You Had To Bring Up Chickamauga
- Snodgrass Hill, Chickamauga Georgia
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- There's the Dumpster
- Obliterate With Dennis
- Obliterate With Raisins
- Obliterate With Raisins
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April
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2 comments:
They're dying he said. It's your fault and I am not lying.
Yesterday a student spit on me. I am a biggot and I am not lying.
Send me some orchids or lilies at my funeral. Play some song about spring and never let them know all that I washed out of my clothes.
Today it is raining. There is dirt on the street that got washed down to the tennis courts, under the bushes where no one sees it. Some random sniffing dog maybe.
They washed their feet by God. Hope that they are paid more, hope that they are not exploited for their torment, like Jesus.
No, they hope that next year they can have the best dress for Easter service.
This is no empty box, we are filling it with cold flowers and washed out fanaticism.
-krissy
I still want my monkey shoes!
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