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Closets

The boogieman’s got a plan. You see, he’s not hiding. He’s reading my …………..diary. He’s sitting on the pelvic bone stones of my old skeletons, waiting for me to wake up.     .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.    Advertisements

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Of Lost and Loss & the Boogieman Blues

  . So it turns out they were all dead after all, in purgatory or somesuch, even though Abrams, et all promised me (well, not me personally, but all the hardcore, readallaboutit fans) that it wouldn’t end that way. It’s … Continue reading

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