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[11 Sep 2007|04:41pm] |
Haiku Tuesday gets
Up off the grimey floor and
Eats your frakking soul.
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[08 Aug 2006|04:15pm] |
Haiku flies through the
Vastness of teh_internets.
Tuesdays have meaning.
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| Words of Wisdom |
[08 Aug 2006|02:17am] |
When deadlines are near
Do not go to Wal*Mart and
Buy Guitar Hero
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| sky b/w the branches |
[21 Jun 2006|09:47pm] |
do you find heaven
in sky between the branches
tell me what is there
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[20 Dec 2005|01:36pm] |
silent emptiness
not even simple echoes
community void
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[06 Dec 2005|10:51am] |
Coworkers' phone call...
Why do they use speaker phone,
Each at their own desk?
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[22 Nov 2005|04:19pm] |
Turkey Day cometh,
President pardons turkey.
Why stop killing now?
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[07 Jun 2005|02:51pm] |
Cookies with many
chocolate chips are lodged in
my esophagus.
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| New Haiku Comic |
[29 Apr 2005|02:12pm] |
There's a new web-based haiku-comic in town, called  haikujukebox There will be 3 new comics a week, usually on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. There are already a bunch of comics done as well as a new one for today. Come check it out!
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[26 Apr 2005|09:50am] |
blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blabbity blah blah
crisp white virgin snow
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[15 Mar 2005|04:15pm] |
Horrific nightmares
Interrupt my beauty sleep.
A snake ate my cat.
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[15 Feb 2005|03:40pm] |
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mood |
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The second day of
the work week can just bugger
off for all I care.
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[15 Feb 2005|03:38pm] |
IM lies dormant
No new missives from Detroit
My days are half lived
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[01 Feb 2005|11:01am] |
Past echoes rumble
Strong smells of previous meals
Eggs reek of brimstone.
Tears come unbidden;
Acrid fumes cause optical
trauma to those near.
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[30 Nov 2004|05:32pm] |
behind shimmering
veils and masks, a shadowed girl
wants discovering
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| Ah, Tuesday |
[09 Nov 2004|06:02am] |
While in China Town,
I did not see many dogs;
Many restaurants.
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[03 Nov 2004|01:10am] |
what blinding terror
this utter helplessness as
i watch US news
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[02 Nov 2004|03:35pm] |
Something in the air.
It's not raining any more,
Each breath, too humid.
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satisfied