February 2012
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Broadripple is Burning — Margot and the...
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Forever unable to carry out a wholesome conversation
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Anonymous asked: Are you still selling your art? o.O
New art on Flickr →
I suppose I should stop buying blazers and sweaters, stop drawing on random sheets of paper and start writing my essay
What the fuck is an essay
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“Ruts in road partly mud, wild finocchio
You get out to open the gate
imagining...”
– Kathleen Fraser
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Beggar in the Morning — The Barr Brothers
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BLIND PILOT TONIGHT
Work done = 0
Fucks given = also 0
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Fail-proof life motto: sorry I’m not sorry
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“(How more
could you be
third-person
bound for scrutiny?
Barolo-dark sea)”
– Kathleen Fraser
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Snow Day — Matt Pond PA
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On my mind:
Gun barrels
New slang
Also, too many bruises
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“They were more than welcome at first.
Anything to break the monotony
of days...”
– Excerpt from “The Vikings”, by JD Smith
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January 2012
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Desinence (n): a termination or ending, as the final line of a verse.
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“Norchia, day of error
half a tin sign nailed to a wooden post...”
– Excerpts from “Prologo”, by Kathleen Fraser
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