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I wish there was some moral or didactic quality to this work, for no other reason than to put a conventional wind to my sails, to stop a free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally incoherent and long-winded canvasses of thought. James Majoros http://cavalcades.blogspot.com/
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- To Life's Most Ambitious Door Knockers...
- Knowledge...
- Doubt V. Certainty.
- Uneducated...
- Pleasure...
- Surprisingly
- Failures...
- Remnants...
- Over Confidence...
- Connections...
- War...
- Ambition's Flaw...
- Existence...
- Paragraphs...
- Elegance...
- Fragility of Socialization
- Spoiled...
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- 1997
- The Story...
- Windows and Histories
- The Excitement of the Herd
- Alcohol
- Ode to Wordsworth
- Running...
- Creativity...
- The Rolling Stone in Paris
- Arm-Chair Politics
- Whipped and Hog-tied...
- The Poor Decision Demon
- Skeletons...
- All But Her...
- Strangely Enough...
- Manhood
- Over-Zealous...
- Mistakes
- Moments...
- Sometimes...
- ...
- Just 'cause...
- The Social Race...
- Remember This...
- A e i o u and Sometimes y.
- Altruism...
- Cannot Remember Why...
- Confusion...
- I Need a Brand New Friend...the End.
- *stupid stupid stupid*
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- All n' all...
- Liberty...
- Hatred...
- Mountains...
- Freedom
- Chaos...
- If...
- Death by Pony...
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