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Me Spree
7/6/06
bumps
the memories
within
little bumps
on my skin
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stomach knuckles
Ben and me
wish
an end
a dream
lying awake
riot
the leveling glance
helter skelter
Under the Temple on Mount Jove
the exit
lovers
Efate
our home
something more
a morning run
together (or jealousy)
a step
the next step down
soulmates
ode to a killer
it's alright
on the edge
the poplar tree
empty places
roots
broken
more words and metaphors before pressing send
the duomo
gentle spirits
forests and flowers
easy
four rooms
one true word
the road untaken
no time for anything good anymore
blue and purple skies
the boat
Bob
little gift
I want more days
the world is home
the great nothing
the world of others
Futuna
it's only raining
there but gone
a visit to my great aunt
tree
A post-religious journey through a wasteland
even for you, my friend, they have a name
the loved ones
sighs
the first rays
a reunion
Three on high
woman
the ones we love never love us back
our hallelujahs
old lovers
the cabbage
two kids
life in a rented flat
a cigarette and a nice view
this is shit
peep
the waves
I loved everything once
6 am on a sunday morning
kerouac and cassady died lonely deaths
fear
outside
the rest can go fuck themselves
private jets
a brief moment of levity
I have to keep on walking
you will not really die
the elements
the path to heaven
distance is insuperable
glass holes
sitting at a cafe in santa margherita di ligure
catacombs
impossible
these things
hymn to the fallen angel
mono no aware
two birds
's
a day's journey through a wasteland
a devolution
many hells
rich and beautiful girls
kneel and pray
bumps
4:30
we never have no choice
void
the prophet
am I
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