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There are men who like to cut down trees.Women who strive to drain the seas.But what am I? What are you?Hallucinations? The dreams of dew? It is easy to be drunk on wine.It is easy to suck in cloud.But darling, wait, the light-beams…
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Reince Priebus is the leader of the Ko-Dan Armada.
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Time to cough up phlegm.Cover up the feetGive up your stratagem.Find an empty seat. Cuckoos in their element.Parrots too.Best to hide your sentimentover things that should be blue, but instead are burning yellow,or oranges, or red.These…
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Beyond the tattered flags of nature.Beyond all my love examines.Beyond the courtyard of Man's fever.Stands your mind of famines.More or less eclipsedby the darkness of my betters.I lay now down to ruinthe art of unsigned letters.To bypass Common Man'spremature…
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Come with me to a place where the sun and moon are quiet, and day and night are equal to the point they are no more. Deny at last the springtime in its most false of promises. Reject that life is death, accept that death is life, ignore or embrace love's…
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I was never a gypsy.We came grounded with a purpose.The sun set the same as where we came from.And from there we moved and moved neverfinding a place to really call our own althoughwe turned Miami into a foreign country wherethe first language is and always will be…
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Help me escape from this cold high peak and explore a galaxy unparalleled by synthetic pear alleles that make colors deceive. Cats like us don't like to go to the top of snowy mountains, for we melt into hairballs and roll all …
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The darkest fruits are the sweetest, as we exit the brightness. And when god stopped us for a moment(a moment I'm not quite sure has ended) we saw those messages none decipher. What was the point of seeing? If we could not even read them, Was it the…
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And so is home.And so is cash.And so is bird.But that is neitherhere nor therebecause it is always flying.And so is nest.And so is gate.And so is shut.And if you add an sto three letter wordsyou get dogsand cats and kidsand so is pies because you have to…
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ITime to flee, when the rain falls new,through whispers coming throughinterstellar solace,the physical impossibility of deathin the mind of someone living. Someone once saidyou can look up everything on TV,that to approach with cautionresults in…
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The silent that are silent, they know no defiance. They are the true inexplicable, the true unheard. Science is Religion, Religion is not Science. The image of the word, it is not itself the word, it is just as it is, an image, some thing for the eyes,…
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The rush of noise inside her head was making her breath short and her palms clammy and there was nowhere for her to run. She couldn’t fight. She had no reason to smash him in the face, but her hand trembled with the urge to do violence as she rubbed it up
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The train sits in the main station and you see a man foist himself into a seat next to a young woman in jeans, stabbing his lit cigarette close to her face, "Don't you ever pretend you don't know me again, you hear?"She freezes. Only her eyes frantically dart, lock onto…
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I lay in your vineyard, with the kisses of your mouth you kissed me, as the sun looked upon us, we the keepers of the I. It is time we lived, or else die lest we are despised and the meaninglessness of our love revised. We are beyond…
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Superfluous and petite, she closes her eyes, acts like they are open. She thinks she's Marlene Dietrich, contemplates Erotica involving Vincent Price riffing an electric accordian. She has no knowledge of perfection, rendering her perfect by default. She is…
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The sun is setting.The leaves are rustling.Their shadow against a weeping willow.A dog's endless bark.A child runs barefoot against the lawn.A bird is chirping against the song of the cicadas.A red chimney in the horizon.No smoke.It is an Indian summer in Bloomington.I sit…
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