the poem to end all poems walt walker / July 25, 2014 image: telrama.fr love hates to be left alone in a room without you the more i punch these keys the less i understand these words that are meant to cleanse, only confuse Share this:ShareClick to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Leave a window open, just a nich and be sure love can see out the people or streets or sky, love will be more contented while you are away rambling . Thats what I do, and some crumbs about and the crossword. LikeLike Reply
Leave a window open, just a nich and be sure love can see out the people or streets or sky, love will be more contented while you are away rambling . Thats what I do, and some crumbs about and the crossword.
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Far out. *nods, licks white russian from goatee*
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Very nice. And the picture is interesting.
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Thanks. It’s from the film Stranger Than Paradise by Jim Jarmusch.
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This is unconventionally beautiful
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Thank you!
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