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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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Dear Fictionaut Family,Some of you may recognize my name and remember reading my work, some of you may have joined more recently and be wondering what the hell I'm doing addressing you directly. I began writing on Fictionaut in 2010, during four years as I was fragmenting…
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Someone in a slippery raincoat walks by with rubber boots friction and suction sounds. It's raining: a heavy, vigorous, insistent rain. The willows across the road are kneeling in ocher mud. On the tall eucalyptus, the kookaburra preens and realigns its feathers. Mia gauges…
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you sometimes still hear/rational lunatics sing/moving hymns to "truth".
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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This is the hole I fell in. I can get out of it now, but I must have fallen fastasleep. Does it matter if it was for a long or a short time? Everyone is gone like a smile and replaced lately by sadly different versions of themselves. When I saw you…
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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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[WE'LL LET *YOU* BE THE JUDGE!]
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