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Ordinary Average Thoughts

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Nocturnal adventures (A poem)

2016/02/20 — Leave a comment

A really weird, disturbing dream last night, resulting in this weird poem. (The title is tentative, until I can think of something better…)
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This entry was posted in Life, Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged crimes, disturbing, dream, evidence, factory, February 2016, poem, poetry, sleazy label guy, sunglasses, vengance, violent, warehouse, weird. Bookmark the permalink.

There is no way to interrupt the process once it has begun (a poem)

2015/03/24 — Leave a comment

Had trouble sleeping at first last night, so I tried writing a few things…

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This entry was posted in Life, Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged cords, dream images, escape, factory, insomnia, lighthouse, machinery, March 2015, night, poem, poetry, random phrases, shapes, ships, shore, shredded skin, stairs, sunk, the matrix, tower. Bookmark the permalink.
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