Chocolate Dog
My ghost has already been places I'll never see. Listen to my bones: Special Reports. Tales from the dark side. A universe cut from light exploding on a printmaker's fist. My house is your house is built by radio signals beamed from the bottom of the ocean. This is peace, I found it swimming between us, two lonely fish full of questions. You are my future but I am your past, we can only meet between staccato notes. I'm dead, sucking on a chocolate dog, feeling it out for the last time.
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Ten minutes of channeling
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Title and last sentence strike me as scatological. I started to laff, until it sank in that it really wasn't funny. It's left a fetid taste in the air.
You are my future but I am your past, we can only meet between staccato notes
I was going to pull the same lines as Samuel. Beautiful. *
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