Saturday, February 28, 2015
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Monday, February 23, 2015
�Container� by Fiona Apple
I was screaming into the canyon
At the moment of my death.
The echo I created
Outlasted my last breath.
My voice it made an avalanche
And buried a man I never knew.
And when he died his widowed bride
Met your daddy and they made you.
I have only one thing to do and that's
To be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean.
Sink back into the o-
Sink back into the ocean.
Sink back
Saturday, February 21, 2015
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From Pen Pal by Sugar Magnolia Wilson
1.
Hellooo. How are you?
I�ve only just started
witchcraft so this letter
includes some of my hairs.
My two guinea pigs had
million dollar babies �
two lots of babies.
Mum says they have the
eyeless ways of newborns.
Friday and I�m sitting
in the quad under the
acacia tree.
The bell has rung
and I�m waiting for
Mum or Dad to pick me up.
No one has come. It is
strange.
Did I tell you? I
Hellooo. How are you?
I�ve only just started
witchcraft so this letter
includes some of my hairs.
My two guinea pigs had
million dollar babies �
two lots of babies.
Mum says they have the
eyeless ways of newborns.
Friday and I�m sitting
in the quad under the
acacia tree.
The bell has rung
and I�m waiting for
Mum or Dad to pick me up.
No one has come. It is
strange.
Did I tell you? I