November 2011
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A Means To an End
A Means to an End
You were reading Atlas Shrugged: I must admit, I was impressed,
(But how would I explore your mind while staring at your breasts?)
You were spinning candy dramas woven into cotton dreams,
Sharp as a bloody nail file, and as sweet as beaten cream,
Still, I felt angelic assets hidden there beneath your seems.
We drank a box of Peter Vella, fell into the night.
The others drifted...
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October 2011
3 posts
Coincidences
So today, I found a penny on the ground. Now my first thought was that I would have good luck coming my way… but is that really just superstition talking? What if somebody had just decided that finding a penny correlated with them having good fortune? I feel like we want things to be related so badly that we choose to believe in silly nonsense. But then again, what else is there to believe...
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