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the grit dawn
friends with large purses “make a risk worthwhile” if only one’s soul is without faith – faith in oneself, a hurdled sanctification, like stars upon a broomstick and electricity, now...
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taut dreams manifesting their own weight (were allegiances dependent)
seize the anchor, the opening clockwork and gusts of radio dials, the plair docks, the butcher Bobs, and sneaking behind, sliding on tri-loumb ground quartet lunch gazebo railings – the...
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constructs of Americana
an imitation of posture in the breathing sky a celebration of the average plain-clothes citizen breaking out of prisons every day – it’s all theatre, where the rough-tine hedge fund...
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Everything we do is theatre
This theory is not presented by your local convenience store no bulk leather apprentice. Or Swan of the Bitter Travels dancing on your Lake, like a lost and distant love...
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Bill Orcutt making papier-mâché villains
I would never try to make you unformidable dynasty, racked beneath the orchestration of flamingos like curtailed misdirection all allied with toothcombs here, on the murky aqueduct where channels paste...
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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