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​I just don't have time for Jesus right now.
Three weeks from that cold day in November
He kissed me on the armpit
Dear Yoko.
The break-up.
gold shit is still shit (a poem)
gold shit is still shit (a poem)
Salsa as my Entrée
Salsa as my Entrée
Pride & Prowess
Pride & Prowess
"off/on" Poem
"off/on" Poem
primary food
primary food