sorry for going all bono there for a moment. sometimes the inner michael stipe crawls on top of the soapbox--too many fugazi and bad religion albums i guess.
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Poetry Readings and Workshops: 570.472.4124
A poetry and spoken word journal from a short Filipino man, misterjim.
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Poetry Readings and Workshops: 570.472.4124
About Me
- . . .misterjim
- Wilkes University, Penn's Woods, baby (PA f.y.i), United States
- www.misterjimsneighborhood.com
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- I like the Counting Crows, but sometimes. . .
- eyestrain
- on the corner of E6th and cooper square
- quick on the draw, shooting yourself in the foot
- "The sky is a landfill" j.buckley
- sinus, migrane, or blunt trauma
- sketch 5
- things we talk about when we want to talk about so...
- Fire in the disco! Fire at the gates of Hell!
- tipex!
- SC006-2
- i guess my tax dollars don't cover plowing my f@#*...
- helllloooooooooo jacksonville
- a bullet in the blue sky moment
- ". . .and words are never proper words" b. mould
- sketch4
- lenny bruce, david brent, and rev. lovejoy
- sketch 3
- new noise
- the wing commander invited me over to have stuffed...
- sketch 2
- minus 10
- purgatory
- "Would it hurt to fall in love a little slower/I k...
- sketch
- closing time
- je suis fatigue
- new adventures in blo-fi
- Greetings
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