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he was a technician
he came between my father’s halls he had a road map to a syndicate city circus like Buddy Holly on the gram splittin’ curfews like it is somebody else’s business...
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only magnified time (passed as a jolly-trended extension to a fare of diamondiferous palms)
“a diamondiferous hole in a boat where mouths are stored; revolution and dilapidated ghost-ferns” Part II There is only one good closing to war one good lampshade scanning its surroundings...
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Superclass
I got no money but I got trashcans yeah, baby I’m doing really good
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The waste of the pleasant land on a micro-bike
Ever since you became a student of fixation The “righteous of the land” have been watching They plan to take your children away And start a farm of disposal but...
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The aftermath: When God leaves (cross posted)
God is gone. Why does God ever feel the need to share at all? I see He spoke out. And He told me not to tell anyone. God has left...
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If.
Democracy works if you have community. If.
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The Piano Juries are to Blame (Noetic singing, Diné language)
please forgive my familiarity. when God speaks. the olibian jury came to meet me singing shards for the poor and heart-ridden like a line-loosened message that was neither a passage...
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Julia Jacklin Sings to God on Stranded Piano Keys
God tells me to wait to bear the news a staple crop from shared in-bruising like dancing shoes, colliding with a stranger there are so many songs in the book...