Poems I'm focused on
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Spider Webs and Carnivals
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Twisted vision inside a bubble
Worlds oblivious sight is doubled
My Poetry
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I am the loud machine; carving echoes in your innocence.
I am the government; being run by aging anarchists.
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I used to smoke a pipe and talk with whoever would listen;
about God, truth, and life in general.
21 lines,
November 6
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As in a dream, I wander blind;
amongst the annals of humankind.
27 lines, 2 comments,
October 29
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Captured in part on a screen
His is the eye of the Storm
10 lines,
October 4
My Stories
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Hello. My name is Attollo. I am a philosopher and I am a pyschologist. The reason that I just revealed to you the two part story of "Arrabelle" was because I
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Upon her death, Arabelle's body was transported by the detectives to the morgue. Upon inspection the Mortician was able to identify the body as Amory Pario. Born, b
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On a cold day, in a large and impersonal hospital a girl was born to a dead mother and a father who was soon dead inside. During the process of giving birth her loving mo
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