StabbyJack

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    He's walking down South Carr street on his way to the river, more accurately on his way to the bridge going over the river, to smoke a cigarette and mull over the day's events, or quite possibly those of his entire life, or j
    600 words, December 9, 2007
  • Smoke
    Wednesday the twenty third I think around 6:30 a.m. I wake up. It’s time for work. I get dressed and eat a bowl of captain crunch for br
    1000 words, 1 comment, April 30, 2006. In First person, Other

My Poetry

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  • I wasn't using it
    The devil met me eye for eye
    and with a voice of honey and gravel spoke
    <100 words, November 18
  • I'm thinkin Texas
    Cigarette in hand
    a decision has been made
    <100 words, 4 comments, November 1
  • Sampson
    I chose the do you feel lucky option
    <100 words, 2 comments, October 20

My other items

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  • Recovering thoughts at allpoetry
    They always say
    "Don't look back,
  • fine at allpoetry
    I know how it is that people talk,
    and I can tell it in the way that they walk
  • Roadkill Absolute at allpoetry
    She's out on a corner getting loved up by a coroner
    he needs to feel alive after living among the dead

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