People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writ — Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
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People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writer, who strangles words from dictionaries, and feeds on the decay of poetry.

— Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter
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