Idle Monkey

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

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