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freudmamaspank
lauren singer 
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United States, ma, great barrington
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71st & 8th drunk girl
baby girl's gotta haiku in her hipbones...
Poetry|  Updated:15-06-08
Words:186|  Comments:5|  Status:Public

dirty laundry
G. thinks i am not enough of his all-encompassed lover. he makes love to me, my head into the...
Prose|  Updated:02-05-08
Words:998|  Comments:2|  Status:Public

when your children ask you of your former lovers
you,...
Poetry|  Updated:07-07-07
Words:722|  Comments:6|  Status:Public

Job's tears crying in kansas
You are perhaps not enough Of a good thing. Your jellyfish eyeballs pulsing equations, Musing over the idiopathic. I can picture you fierce Whacking off in the darkness drenched in sweat. Something...
Poetry|  Updated:01-06-07
Words:308|  Comments:5|  Status:Public

i fear i must be a dandelion
tiptoes from covered feet she'd wake up early on sunday mornings smell that coffee right from the can everything is so good when youre young and on top of things and she packed everything just so on...
Poetry|  Updated:28-07-06
Words:511|  Comments:15|  Status:Public

confrontation akimbo
surreptitiously...
Poetry|  Updated:23-07-06
Words:76|  Comments:8|  Status:Public

a favor
rationalize...
Poetry|  Updated:23-07-06
Words:25|  Comments:23|  Status:Public

before God was holy, She was just a wretch like me
before she had molded her identity into a cohesive thing, before she knew who she was and felt comfortable enough to speak loudly in large groups, she was just another awkward kid who mumbled her...
Short Stories|  Updated:23-07-06
Words:612|  Comments:3|  Status:Public

i wonder what kerouac would write of me
i am a deranged thing....
Poetry|  Updated:23-07-06
Words:211|  Comments:5|  Status:Public

he was beautiful, raw, and terrible
he would sit in red-cushioned chairs...
Poetry|  Updated:23-07-06
Words:512|  Comments:4|  Status:Public

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