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on the nature of a short poem
crime in Miami tripled over the next several years a chain-locked boxcar outside a film about Angela Davis riding unscreened a chartered cello without strings no burners to stare beneath...
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The soldier of the archway diving into thatching water
okay, states an all too present oversight manager of heavenly spaces, these are the moisture barriers like we have ever or once known, just an echo of belief disappointed by...
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revelry in signs
there are suboptimal liaisons and revelries in court there of our pessimism and grotesque documentarian lies like a fathered helmet or a precision ascertaintorial shunt there are Wall St. pirates...
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A nation is a beehive
the constitutions of shame, fame, riches, pride, and nature of assault how does this society expect to function until it is humble and has had a violence studies class or...
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(cross posted) – Some discussion on Complete Collection of “Trilogy” Visitation
I had a few short documents regarding the not-Abrahamic God giving my a PhD and then speaking to Americans and then to the Indigenous peoples of North America uploaded to...
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Pathological Dewy Saintsmithing Neighbors (called a thousand horses)
Some things are out of time like the sprout of the treasure chest caught in last night’s bust there deer, salmon, and roasted mellow coins damage the circulation of air-puzzled...
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There are two chambers of the heart
In one chamber there is an adjoining doorway it shifts and soothes and with this all day is certain in the other chamber dwells the most off peak curtain leaving...
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To the soft indoctrinated pillow clasp on the parallel camber’s pot
Where window passings dose the rather ecliptic shower design giving and proving that drafts were invented in the office in attempt to read a gorgeous smile no brand new patronizing...
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Recent books
The Piano Juries When God leaves The Ambush of Time The Rendication Of Myth Without Edits Or Morning Tossing Or Gremial Veil Hoofprints More Songs: The True Name Of A...
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Three clouds in the sky joining hands
I talked to the tree. The tree said, “No, I’m fine. That’s alright. Thanks” and then filmed over itself a purple covering in which others could see him but he...