(Re)memory
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Prince Cellophane and the Trot Laughter of Cellulose in the Water
tripping on the esteem of Elephants, like dank plastic demarcated lines foiled upon entry to the promise land these teased fomenting diatribes or salt and regret do not accelerate the...
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theft and being used
People find me useful someone to take from but not worth rewarding not worth a response I do not have popular attraction but am a wealth of information for people...
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Moral Compression
Moral compression, like morning depression is a frustrating guest, all abated in time of winnowing circuit boards along ashtrays of condescending rhythms of time stamps, tailing romance of the older...
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jumping rivers, denoting the passages
there were saturated windows on the headframe of our gusts landfill jealousy with a bruised eye holding the only trophy vacant sour crops like camps under the timber cosmos the...
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Wall St. MDs
Broken stanzas pitted off in remorseful tones where bleach saturated grates down missals like shinning grievances dancing on the army – stray possibilities on loan from doctors on Wall St.
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Donations to the stolen market: the starving artist assured
where patterns contour in abrupt explanation like a doctored letter to a friend in passing we hail no coordinates or break even from here we gamble to market strategies for...
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like dawn tenured time, you yearn
circulatory bowing in our hearts and minds to table tablature sightings in betrayal the song of the horses, trail minded from the scent this ring of adultery that she presented...
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Entangled by Gratitude (and to one day standing beside breath’s barrow)
frolicsome masses mailing goodwill to resistant external fabrications of agency apologies given to advocates traveling at two different speeds, sleeping allegories marked on trenchant forestry hall-parks like leavened demarcated heavens...
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Second Soul (The most talented director in the scene)
Blisters in the cowhide soul Marked for wedding equations Scoffed at by the magistrate These tens of thousands warmongers travailing snow caps These were the tongues of Marx Dung and...