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a sardonic take on everyday doldrums and conundrums
Verse of the Week
I asked for the truth, everytime
And now the ugly details
Are stuck in my mind
And there's a premonition
I keep putting off
And the more time passes
The more i get soft
I'm standing up there in a weakened state
And it's not great
All that time
Did it pass while you were looking back
Waiting?
Often I'm waiting on the one
That maybe won't come
Waiting
from "Weakened State"
by Sarah Harmer
And now the ugly details
Are stuck in my mind
And there's a premonition
I keep putting off
And the more time passes
The more i get soft
I'm standing up there in a weakened state
And it's not great
All that time
Did it pass while you were looking back
Waiting?
Often I'm waiting on the one
That maybe won't come
Waiting
from "Weakened State"
by Sarah Harmer
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the last word
How little I asked of myself then—to suck
the next breath, suffer the next heave, live
till cocktail hour when I could mix
the next sickness.
from Limbo: Altered States
by Mary Karr
the next breath, suffer the next heave, live
till cocktail hour when I could mix
the next sickness.
from Limbo: Altered States
by Mary Karr
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