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Alysson
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Saturday, March 18, 2006. From the 3 line thing we did in class. Creation as we know it. Even the lavish lilacs. Of the norther city. We may find it hard. To set logic and reason aside. Words are the cells. He was best loved. But with a word-a-day philosophy. The seasons colored grey. Is all so dim. It is a dynamic. Both tough and bold. But we carry on. Posted by Alysson at 5:28:00 PM. This is very very interesting, I think. It reads almost like an elegy. Are you going to work on it more?
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Alysson
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Sunday, April 02, 2006. The crunching of the snow. Posted by Alysson at 5:04:00 PM. I think this is very lyrical. i enjoyed the imagery. I'm wondering how the workshop affected you on this one; I think it has a lot of strength and potential. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon. Down Ive lost myself again Barely visible Throu. Dismal Fallen victim To the fate which surrounds. Waste Countless hours spent Heeding to your eve.
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Ashley: March 2006
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Sunday, March 26, 2006. I love the hour before takeoff,. That stretch of no time, no home. But the gray vinyl seats linked like. Unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall. Be summoned to the gate, soon enough. There'll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers. And perforated stubs-but for now. I can look at these ragtag nuclear families. With their cooing and bickering. Or the heeled bachelorette trying. To ignore a baby's wail and the baby's. Exhausted mother waiting to be called up early. My black face fades,.
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Alysson
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Sunday, March 26, 2006. To the fate which surrounds for him. With now tarnished shin. Followed by unconquerable death. Senseless act of stupidity. Leading to one final faint breath. To be never brought back. Whom had grown to be my brother. Into dismal black desert. An adversary of no crime. A now never ending remembrance. Posted by Alysson at 4:47:00 PM. Here's the weird thing: I read the. First line of the third stanza as. Take from brothers." And then . . . "brothers" appears. Very emotional, I like it.
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blackbear23: February 2006
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Hi my name is Tyler Locke. my major at suny canton is forest technology and i plan to transfer to wanakena ranger school to become a forest ranger. i like the outdoors and i like to hunt. i am also a voluteer fire fighter for Canton, NY. Thursday, February 02, 2006. Are slowly dwindling,. Pretzels and peanut butter are good,. Especially with apple juice. You can get drunk of that,. Just get more kegs if you really want to be drunk. But dont worry because I already am. But instead i ate chicken.
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Alysson
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Saturday, April 22, 2006. My heart is heavy. The flood gates are bound. Causing chaos in my head. The only warmth i had. Dead air on the other end. I grew upset and you fled. Like a murderer abandoning. The scene of the crime. Teetering on the edge. Has formed into plummeting down. It's a never ending cycle. Just one g i a n t circle. The ticking of the clock. Has become louder echoing. A reminder of how quickly. Our time is cut short. Yet you cut me short. When will we learn. As a whole how precious.
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pastthoughts: February 2006
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006. In the huge, very loud crowd. Lost of pushing and shoving and very loud. Flowers are so pretty in the summer. As the sun lays warmly upon the water. I see the beauty within. Even though your really ugly. I still lke the mole on your face. Especially the three hairs. That were so long. Divorce is the best. Then you are free for the rest of the women. I need a beer. With a couple of babes. Posted by Barb Barney at 3:31 AM. Potsdam, New York, United States. Arron M. Gascon.
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pastthoughts: March 2006
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Friday, March 10, 2006. My brain, it feels the strain. I try to stop the flood. The crud is rushing in. In like a swarm of bees. Oh, my god, I am allergic to bees. They will kill me. I try to get away. Like a huge mudslide. I am covered in the crud. Do I need a shovel. Or a new pen? Where do these thoughts come from. Where do they begin. I try to write about love, and flowers. But I just don't have the right power. The power to see, the brighter side of me. I long for the sun to shine. I close my eyes.
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little yellow jacket: March 2006
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Monday, March 13, 2006. The end of my blog. For those of you thta have been woundering why I havent been in class since before break that because I yook a job with the Department of Corrections and had to drop out of school. Class was fun wish I was there but im not so have fun Robert is a good professor. take care. Posted by pbrfan at 9:47 AM. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon. The end of my blog. The beginning of the end. The world works in mysterous ways.
