~MergoWHM
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I Believe in Dunkin' DonutsI Believe in Dunkin’ DonutsI Believe in Dunkin' Donuts
This is coffee. Coffee that can be taken as lightweight fuel to save homo-sapiens from another nightmare. I mean, I hope that we can drive to the local coffee shop
and talk through a few nightmares from last night.
I call it therapy. A shot of espresso, you rub my hand, and then I explain
that the goats were not actually eating your face,
just simply licking your nostrils until your nostrils became the grass, and well, the grass went up in flames because I started breathing fire. It is hard being a dragon in
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DinomathemagicianDinomathemagicianDinomathemagician
There is a math equation that will find out the amount of time it takes
to properly create the largest Oreo cookie filling before gravity pulls the towering structure to its timely death. There is a math equation that can predict
how the lemon-filling of a donut will splatter from its interior when a single set of teeth tear into the soft layer of breading. The number for my heart is 2/27 + 1988. The number to unlock that number from a lockbox
and call it out to me from the newer Towel of Babel is kept hidden in the fortress of
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Ode to a VideogameOde to a VideogameOde to a Videogame
"This week, we're celebrating the 25th anniversary of Tetris with your wacky tributes"—CNN.com
It begins in the final thrust of the Cold War, in the hot-bed of the 1980s when all other proxy battles, the blunderful Vietnam raid and the all-too-familiar precursor to Iraq interventionism, the CIA wars in Central America, have slowed communist world domination to a worrisome and dead-rabbit pace. The Russians have two options: fantastic supermodels that can appear in the sexy-yet-profoundly-literary pages of Playboy Magazine, which would hinde
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Unread NoteUnread NoteUnread Note
Placed on the sidewalk of your house, the Trojan horse with glowing red eyes, a wooden frame, and the little speaker-box that constantly shouts "I will provide you doom!" did not frighten you out of your bedroom where you paint pictures of roadways and highways and listen to contemporary independent rock 'n' roll from your laptop. Instead the police arrived on horseback after your mother called the authorities because the Trojan horse blocked the window from sunlight, and her Japanese peace lily started to shrivel ever so slightly. The
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- Current Residence: Austin, Tx
- Interests: there's a superhero in my hair.
- Favourite movie: windshield wiper spray, overworked
- Favourite band or musician: quite ye-ye
- Email: iamryanmurphy@gmail.com
- AIM: gelan is a thf
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what a pleasant surprise.
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
I saw that star with your name next to it
and my eyeballs 'bout popped out
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
--
giving a voice to conditions or states of mind normally associated with speechlessness
-Franz Wright
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The sleep of reason produces monsters - Fransisco Goya
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