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Chaos Theory/Go!: Herion in the Narthex
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More than a butterfly's wing. Monday, June 9, 2008. Herion in the Narthex. Heroin in the Narthex. In the stamen, the corona,. Drinking spores of chloroform. I don’t have an electron. To donate today, my pockets. Contain only positive cosas. Phrenology lives in me and. I want to trepan it so. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Everything You've Ever Known. Herion in the Narthex. View my complete profile.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: September 2007
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More than a butterfly's wing. Sunday, September 23, 2007. The diamonds that were the sclera. Of my eyes have melted from the. Unnecessary consumption of hydroxyl. Down the chute. Eroding the esophagus. Like high heels on a paper dance floor. The walls are always caving in, but. Tonight they had teeth and wanted to. Taste what sweetness there was to. Liquid carbon. I lodged a broom inbetween. Them and crawled out the fire escape,. But such aerosols decided to follow. I came up to the eldest tree who had.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: April 2008
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More than a butterfly's wing. Thursday, April 10, 2008. Pink and Orange Peaches. Pink and Orange Peaches. Full of the things. Seem like colors,. Peach, orange,. We are an open. A great mathe—. Sunday, April 6, 2008. Second Form of ID. Second Form of ID. There is pollen in the air but no breathing yet,. Just winter’s residue leaving imprints on fore—. Heads like evolution outside seven am. Blue. Jeans imprinted with sandals, two sets of lips. And the pixie cup of love. How it couldn’t. Scare me with their.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: August 2008
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More than a butterfly's wing. Monday, August 18, 2008. A Poem For A Lion King Character. Well the MCAT is over so I can start writing full-time again. Decided I would take a humorous approach to my life. Hopefully. I don't offend anyone. A Poem For A Lion King Character. The jug of wine and. A janky Chicago bar. Practical, maybe it. Was the cheap ass. Suit I wore but even. The taste of sweetest. Amaretto won’t take. The sour out of whiskey. Here’s to that awkward. Night of making out. I know I want to.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: Pink and Orange Peaches
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More than a butterfly's wing. Thursday, April 10, 2008. Pink and Orange Peaches. Pink and Orange Peaches. Full of the things. Seem like colors,. Peach, orange,. We are an open. A great mathe—. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Everything You've Ever Known. Pink and Orange Peaches. Second Form of ID. View my complete profile.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: March 2008
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More than a butterfly's wing. Wednesday, March 19, 2008. Me into a pile of cowboy. Hats Some friends to. Pile on top of the minute. Hand of a magazine. Boston is killing me for. The time it takes for the. Sun to recover from the. Notion of saving daylight,. Why won’t someone save. Sea storm with gale winds. Bashing the buoys,. Map from here to a middle. Of nowhere, in the midst. Capture the flag that only. Flies in the period where. Saturday dusks fade into. The Sunday dawns, take. Me to the place where.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: July 2008
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More than a butterfly's wing. Wednesday, July 9, 2008. Popcorn in a cup,. I’m sure, so sure. You’re looking for. It is still inside. Your head, think,. Your hair, stuck. Don’t play it, don’t. For inside the micro—. To imagine. Oh. What it is like to. A face, an aorta. Asleep, the fire. Can’t stop wonder—. I can’t think any—. More, throw the. Poems into a flame. I won’t see the light,. They won’t see the. Light of day. I don’t. Want them to see. Cut my hands,. Cut the strands of. Hair I couldn’t.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: Asterocytes
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More than a butterfly's wing. Monday, June 9, 2008. It is a means. Of past, pasts. Ever lies above,. And I’m quite sure. He can fly with the. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Everything You've Ever Known. Herion in the Narthex. View my complete profile.
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Chaos Theory/Go!: Call Me Whimsical, I Can Sleep Tonight (December 18/19, 2009)
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More than a butterfly's wing. Saturday, December 19, 2009. Call Me Whimsical, I Can Sleep Tonight (December 18/19, 2009). Chaos Theory is complete (if you want a copy I'm thinking about doing a second printing of it so let me know, if demands there, I'll do it). Go! Is dead, well not so much dead but has taken on a different form. This piece will fall into a collection entitled "Box of Bones" but I don't feel like making a new blog for it. Call Me Whimsical, I Can Sleep Tonight (December 18/19, 2009).
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Chaos Theory/Go!: October 2007
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More than a butterfly's wing. Monday, October 29, 2007. Mirror of Hope Patches. Mirror of Hope Patches. Do not let the mirror trick. Your chrysalis into becoming. More practical than its idioms. In theory, it really should be. Beginning the mortality cycle. Detritus accumulating on a log. She could save you,. But it isn’t possible. When the reflections skew. Think about the guitar. And my blood on the floor. Truth comes in perfect numbers. Don’t prolix up a word. It’s better when the. Does all the talking.