All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
--Bright Eyes, If The Brakeman Turns My Way

Idle Monkey's Works

Poetry (Tribute)	06/23/2008	little spider friend
Poetry (Tribute)	04/10/2008	Two Cigs Left
Poetry (Structured)	02/20/2008	Prophetically Poetic
Rant (Personal)	02/17/2008	So Hungry
Poetry (Personal)	02/14/2008	My Tower of Babel
Poetry	02/06/2008	Scar Tissue Stained Floor
Poetry (Tribute)	01/31/2008	Carnaval in Cornfields
Poetry (Reflective)	01/28/2008	Parties are always so much fun without clothes on
Poetry (Reflective)	01/22/2008	Well-willed Inaction (In Action)

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