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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. November 17, 2013. A limitless pool of life. A playground for the tiny and. Giant things that live within it. And a gateway to the other side. The ocean should remain an ocean. The Northern Gateway Pipeline will. Protect our oceans by ensuring all. Tankers are guided by certified BC. Coast Pilots with expert knowledge of. BC’s coastline. Because a better pipeline. Will not be built at the expense of. Making other things worse. View my complete profile.
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Ego Beagle: March 2011
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. March 07, 2011. You are so beautiful! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Rowed To Know Where. The Natural History of Selborne. The Truth About The Moon. The Will Take My Island.
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Ego Beagle: February 2011
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. February 13, 2011. Whipped buttercream chocolate frosting. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Rowed To Know Where. The Natural History of Selborne. The Truth About The Moon. The Will Take My Island.
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Ego Beagle: September 2011
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. September 24, 2011. Across the Golf Course. My balls keep rolling out like. Quail-sized eggs toward a buried cup. They slither while they pass. They slip away, away from where I’d hoped. Pools of sorrow waves of joy. Are drifting through my G and T. Possessing and caressing me. Nothing's gonna change my world. Images of broken tees which. Dance before me like a million carts. Or cosmic holes-in-one across the universe. We tumble blindly as.
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Ego Beagle: April 2010
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. April 22, 2010. This is a photograph of me. This is a photograph of me. It was taken from the future. And must be returned. It will appear old,. Waterlogged, with grey stains,. And when you touch it you will feel. Running through you like the branch of a river. Between hills, culverts,. Beneath a neglected highway,. Bypassing a riotous retirement community,. In a shallow, weed-clogged lake. The photograph was taken. In which I am soaking. Like a frog.).
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Ego Beagle: November 2010
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. November 25, 2010. Another photograph of me. Doing sit-ups, eating healthy, taking vigorous walks, sitting alone in the hospital dusk, filling and refilling the blank spaces in my settlement package…where was I? Indonesia. She says, “Are my methods unsound? November 14, 2010. It is the mandate of your office. To carve a dolphin into a toxic cloud. The new mayor carves a dolphin into a toxic cloud. With her bare hand. Her wrist emerges. Rowed To Know Where.
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Ego Beagle: February 2010
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. February 24, 2010. I always feel sublime in my windbreaker. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Rowed To Know Where. The Natural History of Selborne. The Truth About The Moon. The Will Take My Island.
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Ego Beagle: January 2010
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. January 31, 2010. Angel trapped in a barbeque's body,. I will be there for you. When you are ready to transform. My First Val Kilmer Nature Poem. I think that I shall never see. Val Kilmer eating watermelon. Lovelier than a tree. The texture of fear. The texture of fear is holy, like a religion people sing about on television. Select all. Delete. January 29, 2010. When the dirty horse chomps. Pretty jays in its jaws, they spark. The bluest blue sparks.
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Ego Beagle: October 2011
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I fight to keep my senses, which are worthless. October 06, 2011. On the Arrogance of Orators. On the arrogance of orators. Jeering at daily tasks,. Pericles strokes his silk toga. And strides past old pals. Do my chores, fools. Get me a tortilla,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Rowed To Know Where. The Natural History of Selborne. The Truth About The Moon. The Will Take My Island.