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THE SAUSAGE FACTORY: July 2011
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Nevada State of the State. Trying something new: live-blogging the state of the state. Cover It Live will bring all tweets related to the NVSOS to one spot you can ke. We Made the List! A few weeks ago we asked you to vote for u s in Washington Post blogger Chris Cillizzas Best State-Based Political Blog co. Something shady is brewing in North Las Vegas. When North Las Vegas Mayor Shari Bucks dentist, Wade Wagner, won the Ward 4 City Council race by one vote over the Democrat incumbent, . Mayor Shari Buc...
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If There Was A God. August 12, 2015. If There Was A God. If there was a god would my scars still ache, reach into me and find things to break? Would it be too much to ask to wake up without not wanting to wake up,. Ready to claw my eyes out for all the beauty people can’t see,. Because of the space I take up. If there was a god would monsters be so wonderful, taste bitterer then tears,. Always nothing to run to, something to be afraid of, a little sun for you to do,. If there is heroin why is there a god?
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Dark « alexziperovich.com
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If There Was A God. August 12, 2015. If There Was A God. If there was a god would my scars still ache, reach into me and find things to break? Would it be too much to ask to wake up without not wanting to wake up,. Ready to claw my eyes out for all the beauty people can’t see,. Because of the space I take up. If there was a god would monsters be so wonderful, taste bitterer then tears,. Always nothing to run to, something to be afraid of, a little sun for you to do,. If there is heroin why is there a god?
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The Death Throes of Marionettes. July 26, 2015. Books of sand written by a mathematician with an abacus made from broken hands,. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window).
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If There Was A God. August 12, 2015. If There Was A God. If there was a god would my scars still ache, reach into me and find things to break? Would it be too much to ask to wake up without not wanting to wake up,. Ready to claw my eyes out for all the beauty people can’t see,. Because of the space I take up. If there was a god would monsters be so wonderful, taste bitterer then tears,. Always nothing to run to, something to be afraid of, a little sun for you to do,. If there is heroin why is there a god?
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If There Was A God. August 12, 2015. If There Was A God. If there was a god would my scars still ache, reach into me and find things to break? Would it be too much to ask to wake up without not wanting to wake up,. Ready to claw my eyes out for all the beauty people can’t see,. Because of the space I take up. If there was a god would monsters be so wonderful, taste bitterer then tears,. Always nothing to run to, something to be afraid of, a little sun for you to do,. If there is heroin why is there a god?
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Memoir « alexziperovich.com
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May 2, 2015. There is a bitter salt in. Field of poppies, a stench of the soil that renders my involuntary sweating; tears slowly rolling from my left eye when I force myself not to cry. Just one sip. Just two pills. Just five needles in a row making kills. Used myself up by the time I was fourteen and I swore to myself that I wasn’t finished with God until he was finished with me. Keep the tracks rolling; I’m at the train station looking at the coal, stair into my heart and I find that it’s cold. Ne...
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Fragments « alexziperovich.com
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February 14, 2016. All this concrete in my veins, replete with an obelisk for a heart,. Looking, staring, ice inside every part of my caring,. Cracked into pieces like the toy of a child,. Left in a vacant parking lot,. For the wolves to gorge,. For the sun to rot. There isn’t anything inside me anymore,. Empty tin can that slices your fingers,. And the blood runs dry as bad dust,. No lust, no nothing,. Just a frigid oven. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). The Death Throes of Marionettes.
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The Sound of Sirens. May 25, 2015. Acutely aware of the boys and their fare; they’re everywhere and in everything and when they come screaming down the avenue with their metal encased death machines they tend to unintentionally threaten me. I was in the bathroom shower, more blue suits coming to cut the stems of flowers. I slapped the soap on and off wishing I had instructed my girlfriend to check the locks, instructed my girlfriend to grab my pills, instructed my girlfriend to write my will. Incarcerati...
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On One « alexziperovich.com
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May 19, 2015. Smitten in the desert, a cold shouldered devil able to be present so I present him my presence,. Balanced on the church steeple with my heart encased in pedaling petals. Addicted to the white so I am post-acute; sickness follows me when I don’t use the pen on the paper, abuse, I need my fix and I don’t give a damn who knows or knew. The war is not real? Your social media implies something like a desire for recognition but when the air behind your eyes is hissing and the gunshots aren’t miss...
