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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2007/04/uh-oh.html
Thursday, April 26. Where did all my leisure go? Thursday, April 26. Where did all my leisure go? The book of sarcaps. The other side of the coin. Now I have a lullaby. And so i write. The graphic black and white trend.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-am-brutish-if-i-am-dead-if-i-am.html
Saturday, July 1. If I am brutish if I am dead if I am. I am human and that is all, that is all. A daisy on a chain. Saturday, July 1. If I am brutish if I am dead if I am. I am human and that is all, that is all. A daisy on a chain. The book of sarcaps. The other side of the coin. Now I have a lullaby. And so i write. The graphic black and white trend.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-are-very-needy-creatures.html
Tuesday, August 8. People are very needy creatures. and it only gets worse as they grow older: an infant may scream for a bottle of milk or fresh diapers but here we are screaming for truths. Should you admit your need: people give you strange looks because they think they're so good at concealing their lusts. Hmmm i always thought of that. nice! People need each other people. But the need to be needed moans louder than the actual need. Tuesday, August 8. Hmmm i always thought of that. nice!
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-chose-to-walk-alone-though-others.html
Saturday, May 26. The trees, they say stood witness. The sky refused to tell. But someone who had seen it said. The story played out well. She longed to be a flame,. That brightly danced alone. Felt jealous of the steam. That made the air its only home. She spread her arms out wide. Breathed in the break of dawn. She just let go of all she held. And then she was gone. Saturday, May 26. The trees, they say stood witness. The sky refused to tell. But someone who had seen it said. The story played out well.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/destination-boston.html
Wednesday, May 9. Here's a song that will sum up the chopseuy in my head today. Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable. And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button. So cradle your head in your hands. And breathe, just breathe. Anna nalick, breathe. Okay, and this one too:. I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love. Love's going to leave me. I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts. Right Said Fred, I'm too sexy.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-got-gold-dust-in-your-pocket.html
Saturday, January 20. I am drifting without an anchor. Through your ambiguous region. Immune to all reason. By your grey matter. Labels: music is my narcotic. Saturday, January 20. I am drifting without an anchor. Through your ambiguous region. Immune to all reason. By your grey matter. Labels: music is my narcotic. The book of sarcaps. The other side of the coin. Now I have a lullaby. And so i write. The graphic black and white trend.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-said-you-think-too-much.html
Sunday, December 17. She said: "you are too hesitant.". I was going to say "I am not.". I told her instead: "I see.". Sunday, December 17. She said: "you are too hesitant.". I was going to say "I am not.". I told her instead: "I see.". The book of sarcaps. The other side of the coin. Now I have a lullaby. And so i write. The graphic black and white trend.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2007/08/construction.html
Tuesday, August 7. That's the problem with skyscrapers - we forget they were once a sack of cement, rock from the earth we tread on. We think sometimes that they've always been there, or that something more glamorous than callous human hands have created them. I know, it's hard to think that such greatness was dust once, hard to believe that butterflies came from cocoons, or that adults once children. Wouldn't it be interesting to see them again, dust and rock and blood and sweat,. When struck down.).
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-have-soul.html
Saturday, October 28. You don't have a soul. A Soul. you have a body.". I think we borrow our body, that is why we some times feel guilty. Saturday, October 28. You don't have a soul. A Soul. you have a body.". I think we borrow our body, that is why we some times feel guilty. The book of sarcaps. The other side of the coin. Now I have a lullaby. And so i write. The graphic black and white trend.
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Grey Matter
http://dragfly.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-name-is-kim-kutledge-and-i-am-broken.html
Friday, September 7. My name is Kim Kutledge and I am broken. I'm not really broken in the way that a tree becomes broken in a tropical storm or the way or the way an egg becomes broken when it is dropped to the kitchen floor before it can be put in the omelet. I am broken like a bone, painfully and somewhat grotesque to look at, but under the right conditions and proper care I will heal. Kim Kutledge, The Absence of Gray Matter. Here's one of the monologues I liked from speech class. Friday, September 7.
