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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: August 2008
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Saturday, August 23, 2008. Something reddish like giddy. Limned, i warrant you. Raced, racketed,. Put away dry and stained-. In autumn, in a pewter november. You were my next-to-last,. Or next-next-to-last. heart laid away,. Countered, stitched into sachet like dried. Cranberries in a pocket, picking up. The five-point day that ever is. When night is not. like a dry horse,. Open your eyes, my first love. Of love. space. Monday...
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: not sure what scrying is
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Monday, September 01, 2008. Not sure what scrying is. Devils as scrying device. Into the seas and rivers,. Pressed floodgates, coastiwde tides-. Cast them out so they spin. Like golden compass on dry sand,. Beached. cast them out. Into their never rest. hurling. Black and red in the dark against. Infinite space. cast them out. Cast them out dashed. Against the gates of time. Cast them out and over. There like red rover,.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: pregnant zombie nun run
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Wednesday, August 06, 2008. Pregnant zombie nun run. Success is counted sweetest. Take a look at these- hands-. Fluttering like moths against a light, with that same rat-a-tat-tat-tat,. No one expected a winner. From the onset i wore my face against the light like. One of those silhouettes:. Diamante pangs and hand-wrung tears-. A drag smile, mouth's filthy greasepaint and long false eyelashes,. I am the winner, , i won.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: September 2008
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Like i would be caught dead in georgia. I'd been riding all day,. Riding past the windows with their sales and engines,. The sad-voiced speakers touting tuberous wonders. Riding next to nothing with the bank clacked in it. Riding down the highway where. The shapes of chairs repeat like clack-clackerly,. Velveted, doused in musk and extrinsic tastes. Tied down with bows the size of mule sides.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: August 2007
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Monday, August 27, 2007. Things that germinate and burst through rock,. Growing, with red flowers. and how the rock. Holds them down. and how they turn faces. To the stars. and how the wind tastes. And how it is cold. and how the stars are nothing. But bright salts, chemistry in the sky. And how the night is a sheath. And i walk through it a knife. And how the knife is a heart. And how the heart is a beat. Gasping in the sun.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: like i would be caught dead in georgia
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Like i would be caught dead in georgia. I'd been riding all day,. Riding past the windows with their sales and engines,. The sad-voiced speakers touting tuberous wonders. Riding next to nothing with the bank clacked in it. Riding down the highway where. The shapes of chairs repeat like clack-clackerly,. Velveted, doused in musk and extrinsic tastes. Tied down with bows the size of mule sides.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: April 2008
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. I'm being saved by frank wrench. This is a song for a firefly fanfic. yes, that's what i've been working on writing recently. Young Damien went riding. On All Hallow's even. For to meet with his darling Linnae. His mother said, "Son,. You ride out with the sun,. Lest from the true path you should stray, oh,. Lest from the true path you should stray.". Listen well to the song. Of Damien Leng,. Than Da...
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: for a moment
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Friday, August 15, 2008. The tight places 2. Swansdown packed into a banked shell-. The excesses and impositions of. Cracking. pellucid walls breaking up like jericho's. It's just a song on the radio, you jerk, you think,. Quite lucidly- a sluice of light, a ream packed in. From head to bottom- the last temptations of. Just a song, so why this.nonsense.bursting. Almost next to nothing, feathering. That white shell wall cracking.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: harbingers
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Monday, August 11, 2008. Things are weird in my head. not that this is particularly unusual. not ever having anyone else's head, i can't say how weird they are on anything but a personal scale. personally, they're moderately weird. i ate a lot of pickles recently; that might have something to do with it. It was the best evening ever:. We took our jackets from the stone hinges they hanged from. We raised white fronts to the moon.
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water in the fields. the wind pours down.: December 2007
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Water in the fields. the wind pours down. Heavens it's tasty, and expeditious. Thursday, December 27, 2007. As the gods decompose into their elements (cultic, etiologic, theurgic, physiological, euhemeristic, iconographic, cosmic), they continue to give off from below, together with the smell of decay, an aroma od Olympian ozone that communicates danger.". Irony, allegory, and metaphysical decay". Sound of six seeds. Snapped by strong white teeth:. Red dress girl,. Sitting on a burial mound. In and out,.
