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| My Column from Nuthin' Zine
| | On The Edge Of The World Without Rope. Memoirs Of A Squatter. BY: TRAVIS JHUE APRIL 22, 2007 BURLINGTON, VERMONT The day awoke with surprising warmth. It was Burlington, Vermont in late April. I awoke... | | Blogs | | Genre: | Column | | Updated: | 26-06-08 |
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| Shake Off Your Flesh
| | We sat. Counting and shaking. Thinking and craving. Starving but full. We cry. Helpless and free, loving but alone. Starving for attention ... full of shit. I walk. To find a meaning. To find that... | | Words: | 357 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Untitled Dry.
| | Naked like wolves, clothed like renaissance, we took every step as if we never walked before.... | | Words: | 197 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Portland tour
| | I use to stare out the window, I'd write and I'd smoke and I'd drink.... | | Words: | 168 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| M.R. Airplane
| | Oh mister airplane. Come take me away... | | Words: | 84 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Furnished Apartments.
| | You're walking into a dream house, like Purgatory without the white rooms.... | | Words: | 161 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Down And Out Downunder.
| | Two drinks at the airport bar, we're going far no need to stall.... | | Words: | 140 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Halloween Night
| | Halloween night mouth full of candy coated lies.... | | Words: | 66 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Helpless
| | You said you we're drowning and no one would help.... | | Words: | 123 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Frame Of Mind.
| | I use to live on 356 Ucluid Drive in downtown New York City, I would get drunk and paint clocks. With the three's missing and the big hand descending. I would always break the canvas. The frame would... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Prose | | Updated: | 25-03-08 |
| Words: | 581 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Rachael.
| | Lost time spent in pocket change and pissed jeans, I swear I hear Creeping Death, I swear I don't feel it anymore. We keep our heads nodded and our expenses low, just to feel better cause every things... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-03-08 |
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| Street Lights.
| | Midwest slug fest, better give it your fucking best. Those Kansas City boys don't like a clean mess.... | | Words: | 190 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| To Vermont With Love.
| | Woman cry woman scream, forget the days and make my dream.... | | Words: | 169 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Ghost’s Of Streets Past: Part 1
| | 119 To the Green Mountain State, Plymouth blues and Appalachian dues keep me awake to know I'm still... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 26-01-08 |
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