TW Collins:
mysterious shade that took its form
TW Collins:
come on, feel the illinoise
TW Collins:
The Seer's Tower
TW Collins:
I am the people — the mob — the crowd — the mass
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The Razor's Edge
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Her umbrella was filled with rain she collected on her travels & on hot summer days she would open it up & it would smell of places we had never seen like Nairobi & Tasmania and we would sit on the porch till dusk and watch for tigers in the bushes.
TW Collins:
Human Bean
TW Collins:
I I I I I I I I i IIIIIIIIIIIII
TW Collins:
just to watch you perform the great escape
TW Collins:
Mr. Sing, in the rain
TW Collins:
Gesundheit!
TW Collins:
Glossophobic
TW Collins:
Sidewalk Talk
TW Collins:
25 or 6 to 4
TW Collins:
Before Departure