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2014 cultured | The Overused Signature

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So here’s a new way to keep track of how I spend my free time. Cultured days to de-stress the weeks! This year’s all for the entries for #CultureWeeks. Play With Us Or Else. VoV Gallery, The Collective; 03/07/14). BNV Poetry Slam 2013 marathon (03/15/14). Art in the Park 2014 (Jaime Velasquez Park, Salcedo Village; 03/23/14). TINDIG: Poetry Slam by The Polaris Project (DITO: Bahay ng Sining; 04/04/14). Midnight foodtrip craving (Recovery Food; 04/12/14). Philosophical Discussion (What Is Enlightenment?

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Composure. | The Overused Signature

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Milk: Spilt and Spoiled. There’s comfort in knowing that I don’t have to be the one who says, “There’s no reason to start panicking until I start panicking myself,” anymore. An uneasy, uncertain comfort — mostly because I’ve started learning how to panic for no reason. Gotta regain my composure. Next post →. Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind, now no one has to know. Have you ever tasted the cat that got your tongue? Plastic horns can hurt, too. Or, you know, maybe not. Milk: Spilt and Spoiled.

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The bass alone | The Overused Signature

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I had learned to ignore the meaning. Behind each lyrical mnemonic. The bass alone– it pulls the trigger. To old, anterograde alarm clocks. The bass alone is an agreement. Of the senses disturbed by its push. Cadence impulsively follows beat,. A nonexistent hook to false why’s. And true woes that break monotonous. Inconsistency, the undefined. Habits of defining anything. The bass alone does not have meaning. Its excitement draws from destruction. Of reason, curious cat’s tongue damaged. Next post →.

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Casual. | The Overused Signature

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8220;May or may not inspire writing.”. It did, but at the same time it didn’t — at least, not directly. Next post →. Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind, now no one has to know. Have you ever tasted the cat that got your tongue? Plastic horns can hurt, too. Or, you know, maybe not. Milk: Spilt and Spoiled. The Mixed Tape Game. When Things Go Wrong Because of an Idiot. 8212;————–. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.

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Plastic horns can hurt, too. | The Overused Signature

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Milk: Spilt and Spoiled. Plastic horns can hurt, too. Meep I have been busy, but I always, always post something for Halloween. Okay You’re the only thing in my head right now and that, by far, is scary enough for me. And no, this isn’t about the. Let’s move on from that. This is gonna hurt like a bitch. Next post →. Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind, now no one has to know. Have you ever tasted the cat that got your tongue? Plastic horns can hurt, too. Or, you know, maybe not.

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Milk: Spilt and Spoiled. There’s comfort in knowing that I don’t have to be the one who says, “There’s no reason to start panicking until I start panicking myself,” anymore. An uneasy, uncertain comfort — mostly because I’ve started learning how to panic for no reason. Gotta regain my composure. Or, you know, maybe not. Because I don’t think I ever will, really. And I’m glad it didn’t work. I’d probably miss you too much. Something to replace that psychopath checklist. Newer posts →. The Mixed Tape Game.

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Or, you know, maybe not. | The Overused Signature

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Or, you know, maybe not. Because I don’t think I ever will, really. Not really sure if this sucks, or if it’s just fine. Point being, the game doesn’t work — at least not when it comes to you, thank goodness. And I’m glad it didn’t work. I’d probably miss you too much. Next post →. Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind, now no one has to know. Have you ever tasted the cat that got your tongue? Plastic horns can hurt, too. Or, you know, maybe not. Milk: Spilt and Spoiled. The Mixed Tape Game.

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Have you ever tasted the cat that got your tongue? | The Overused Signature

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Have you ever tasted the cat that got your tongue? And so hatches the idea of sending out anonymous bitter-gourd for cash, cash, cash! Send as many as you like to people you’re bitter about — ’tis a highly confidential matter. Like how you borrow library books. And wish you could stamp your name on one. And say, hey,. This belongs to me. But you’d never dare. And now you see someone else borrowing the exact same book, book, book. It hurt your back from reading over. In her hands,. On vanilla ice cream.