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Mama, don't you worry, night's aproachin' & there's a hole in heaven where some sin slips through -Townes Van Zandt

2/21/08

Fragile Defense

Do you realize that I'm a fragile man? I'm not a warrior like some or a hero like few because I would never know which idea I'm fighting for.
Posted by millisaw at 8:54 PM

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  • provokator magazine
  • berkeley poetry review
  • beyond baroque magazine
  • bordercrossing berlin

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  • sein und werden
  • provokator magazine
  • catatonics (III)
  • catatonics (II)
  • catatonics (I)
  • thieves' jargon
  • absent magazine
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      • Self-axis
      • As if he didn't hear...
      • Mumblings
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      • Frail Refutation
      • Radical Performance
      • Notes to a Testament (Part III)
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