wind-up monkey doll
your cymbals are exhausting
noise without purpose
Jazz, Music, poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized, Urban Legends, writing
June 29, 2014 at 8:17 am
Perfect. From another world far away from sucking.
July 5, 2014 at 6:54 pm
You’re too kind, Ben. Thank you for always being so damned positive and earnest.
July 6, 2014 at 8:54 am
June 30, 2014 at 1:32 pm
Haiku is sitting there strung-out with jealousy over your rhymes. Haiku can suck it.
July 5, 2014 at 6:53 pm
Hell yeah fuck yeah, Mr. Lewin! Hey, happy birthday…
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