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The I Love You Tree
I smashed all five of my fingers in the door leading to resignation because I'm still breathing the carbon dioxide that you exhale when reciting every single word you've written. Instead I stumbled to the beach of gray skies and dead dreams where I wrote my recapitulation in the wet sand with a stick:
"I won't stop until the tide washes me away."
Spencer Carr
WELCOME TO BOHEMIANS, UNITED
'Ello. We are uncomfortable with the state we're in, and we reach out to art to prove it. We are at times disgruntled and restless, but in the end we're just happy to get by each day with our creativity in tact. Take a look around, contact if you're interested in joining.
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