

Coffee Shop Blues: Part Twofor me, they are all youCoffee Shop Blues: Part Two
Coffee sleeves
A good conversation had About the falsities of religion And the ideal form and color Of a good pair of panties.
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Highway 494 Westbound
Your face behind me Singing about freckled mirror images And when ours met, it was with A stolen glance and a soft smile.
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Chipotle
A cover-up. An excuse To see each other, safely With friends, which is why I always dropped you off last.
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The yellow crinkle-fry statue
A dance under the moon &


Coffee Shop Blues: Part Onea longingCoffee Shop Blues: Part One
Beats are thumping in this coffee shop where I sit by myself at our table upstairs
Ive never seen this place so empty
The barista says that it is because of the weather It was nice but now its not, so everyone is depressed. People are either staying inside, hiding, or have gone out to the clubs.
The night seems to have brought with it a callous cold.
So why then, I wonder did I have so much trouble finding a parking space?


Untitled.I will never call myself Artist. or Writer.Untitled.
Other people do, but to me, I am
an Appreciator.
But still,
I cannot stop myself from Creating. It is a problem that I have.
My self-imposed title.
Does not match, What my fingers do with a mind their own, Dancing on emptiness.
on White.
I am a lie.
Or am I? Am I the hard truth?
Denial
plagues our kind, and
self-loathing
is our one true muse.
Creator
Does it mean to be
co
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- I may see the world through rose colored glasses, but thank God I'm not blind. -
i love the tattoo
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Resistance is futile!
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Only in America... are the doors to a bank left open and the pens are chained to the counter
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