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The Abyss of Dreams: SLIPPERY AS A PEACOCK
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Monday, October 12, 2009. SLIPPERY AS A PEACOCK. Slippery as a peacock. I went sliding down a mountain. I had travelled through the sword fields. And gathered cocktails of ants and sheltered honeycomb. My mother turned into a statue of cheese. And spritely wombats devoured her. Before a collapse could say, "drown me in chocolate! A thunderstorm blew its bebop dirge. In celebration of this unsettled earthquake. In a tourniquet made on the moon.
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The Abyss of Dreams: December 2009
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Saturday, December 26, 2009. Within the grasp of a cuttlefish. Who swam from the center of Eden,. A murderous symbol of nothingness. Grappled with somebody's life. This somebody was a woman,. Naked and young and yearning. Her thighs held the wines of a festival. That the sea otters called in the dawn. Her breasts were the dreams of an octopus. Who danced through the dust of the bay. And who sang of the love of the unarmed girl. Swam the gentle air,.
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The Abyss of Dreams: WHERE LOVERS HIDE
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Saturday, December 26, 2009. Within the grasp of a cuttlefish. Who swam from the center of Eden,. A murderous symbol of nothingness. Grappled with somebody's life. This somebody was a woman,. Naked and young and yearning. Her thighs held the wines of a festival. That the sea otters called in the dawn. Her breasts were the dreams of an octopus. Who danced through the dust of the bay. And who sang of the love of the unarmed girl. Swam the gentle air,.
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The Abyss of Dreams: THE ABYSS OF DREAMS
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. THE ABYSS OF DREAMS. A fly’s breath and reverie. Subtle wine drunk from the lips. Of one who draws me. Into her own magic. I have dreamed of dances. Naked hilltop leaps toward the stars. Gibbering songs of exquisite joy. Daring escapades of love and chaos. We howl our fire out into the night. And the stars grow brighter. May crawl through the windmills. Of vast oceans of sperm. Then there will be green fountains. Of a fruit bat.
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The Abyss of Dreams: NO MONKEYS ARE SOLDIERS, ALL MONKEYS ARE MISCHIEVOUS
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. NO MONKEYS ARE SOLDIERS, ALL MONKEYS ARE MISCHIEVOUS. To the unicorn of pleasure. Whose gilded hoof is a chipmunk. Saturated with the almonds of disgust. I begged to penetrate the anisette fortress. Which dances like a pendulum. I lick it with a tongue of cabbage fish sauce. Embrace the piercing scream. Of a maiden intoxicated. By the magic files of apes. Of a single night. The feast of vibrant elephants. Of a concord concubine.
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MACHETE: PISS IN THE BALLOT BOXES
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English translations of articles from the anarchist aperiodical from Italy, Machete. Friday, September 25, 2009. PISS IN THE BALLOT BOXES. At the crossroads in Rome, there were pots and bowls to allow passersby to piss. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). You can contact the translator care of:. Oakland, CA 94623. Insurgence of Conscious Self-Creation. Koalacanth gets the gold knob. Toward the Creative Nothing. Critique of the left. LETTER TO ASPIRING SUICIDES. PISS IN THE BALLOT BOXES.
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The Cynical Utopian: TO HELL WITH THE ECONOMY!
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What is falling should be pushed. Oakland, CA 94623. Tuesday, September 8, 2009. TO HELL WITH THE ECONOMY! But, you know, I say, TO HELL WITH THE ECONOMY! But why would I want it to fall? Because I, for one, am sick and tired of the involuntary sacrifices it imposes on me daily, having to pay in time and money just to get by… And now Obama has the audacity to ask me to voluntarily sacrifice because some big shots screwed up? And as to the enterprise of this economy? Just look at how fast Mr. and Ms&#...
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MACHETE: SAFE AS DEATH
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English translations of articles from the anarchist aperiodical from Italy, Machete. Saturday, October 3, 2009. They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.". It's a problem that gets talked about a lot, but whose diagnosis is terse. On the right and on the left, the verdict is the same: we live in an "unsafe climate". Prey to terror, we begin to triple lock the door, not talking to the neighbor or going out at night any more. Panic s...
