Pseudonynill
"a slow-moving hulk of confused, shipwrecked masculinity, flailing for an Answer." =From a rolling stone article.
Most importantly it's not from me.
Just posting edited shit
Pseudonynill's Works
Poetry
07/01/2008
Make Me Whole
Poetry
06/08/2008
a short memory of someone I thought I knew
Poetry
06/07/2008
Depressing carbon copy celebrations.
Poetry
05/24/2008
Broken up tea
Poetry
04/28/2008
Kelty. Who took away the muse.
Poetry
(Depressed)
04/28/2008
Floating.
Poetry
04/28/2008
With Camphor
Poetry
04/28/2008
More Revolutions
Poetry
(Reflective)
04/22/2008
Brevoort Public School
Poetry
04/13/2008
Entropy Awaits
Poetry
(Reflective)
04/12/2008
Help the sane to the nunnery.
Poetry
(Spiritual)
04/10/2008
Siddartha Becoming
Poetry
04/10/2008
Small Town Suicide(unedited)
Poetry
(Reflective)
04/10/2008
Nature is Too Easy
Poetry
04/09/2008
Loving Down
Poetry
04/08/2008
Someone Else Always Writes Better
Poetry
04/08/2008
Back When I was Lonely
Poetry
04/02/2008
My fears of Feminazis in a feminization class
Poetry
04/02/2008
Pillow talk sleep paralysis.
Poetry
03/24/2008
Evolutionary Cataclysm
Poetry
03/24/2008
Boom.
Poetry
(Satire)
11/26/2007
I'm so clever cross/plant/fish/yay.
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