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Zenith . Truncated. Thursday, November 02, 2006. Cockroach: I love these bathrooms, I could lie upside down in them all day. the marble floor, the pleasant fluorescent lighting. the mood is perfect! What a pleasant surprise. I never knew anyone in this area other than my million brothers and sisters. May I inquire as to how I can address you? Cat: MY NAME IS SMOKEY AND I LOVE EATING COCKROACHES! Cockroach: Oh how wonderful for you to invite me into your humble abode! Cat: OF COURSE YOU CAN! Http:/ www...
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Zenith . Truncated. Thursday, November 02, 2006. Cockroach: I love these bathrooms, I could lie upside down in them all day. the marble floor, the pleasant fluorescent lighting. the mood is perfect! What a pleasant surprise. I never knew anyone in this area other than my million brothers and sisters. May I inquire as to how I can address you? Cat: MY NAME IS SMOKEY AND I LOVE EATING COCKROACHES! Cockroach: Oh how wonderful for you to invite me into your humble abode! Cat: OF COURSE YOU CAN! Http:/ www...
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Zenith . Truncated. Thursday, November 02, 2006. Cockroach: I love these bathrooms, I could lie upside down in them all day. the marble floor, the pleasant fluorescent lighting. the mood is perfect! What a pleasant surprise. I never knew anyone in this area other than my million brothers and sisters. May I inquire as to how I can address you? Cat: MY NAME IS SMOKEY AND I LOVE EATING COCKROACHES! Cockroach: Oh how wonderful for you to invite me into your humble abode! Cat: OF COURSE YOU CAN! Http:/ www...
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wb :: January 2014
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Saturday, January 25, 2014. Drop in the rain. I want to lose again,. See what things are really there. The stars into consciousness. And the sand into the sky. And see what things are really there. For the projection of today. Go into that sweet sleep,. I will carry your wave into the future. Soon we will remember. Dead like the sea,. Better than aphrodisiac or pain. Water gets between my toes,. Salt, in the core of me and surrounding me. I let salt go into the cycle that gives my molecules momentum.
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wb :: November 2011
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Sunday, November 06, 2011. Arm, rest breast knees. The swing of counterweights the. Dance of Newton the. A nest of fingers strings and syringes. Velociraptor soles, a hawk's throat. Freely given, foreheads for. Foot touchs cold brick freely received. An incubus by the name of Maxwell. Scoffs 'and human beings are weightless, yes,. And I, falling, am no feather;. Falling; a bed of arms,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Thanks for all the fish. Modified and converted to Blogger Beta by Blogcrowds.
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wb :: February 2012
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Friday, February 17, 2012. There once was a logician called Steve. Who fucked a mathematician, believe. She waited a week. Then peed on a stick. And told him, "dear, I'm contrapositive". Sunday, February 12, 2012. The fads of moustachioed. Bound like pages in. A big brown book, berets and black coats. In a ditch in a. Mouth of steel, mouth of fog. I came to this mud town ere before long. And the harmony of thought,. Is equal to the harmony of song) -. But glorious Stanislaw,. We knew him well,.
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wb :: Teapot
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Saturday, January 25, 2014. Drop in the rain. I want to lose again,. See what things are really there. The stars into consciousness. And the sand into the sky. And see what things are really there. For the projection of today. Go into that sweet sleep,. I will carry your wave into the future. Soon we will remember. Dead like the sea,. Better than aphrodisiac or pain. Water gets between my toes,. Salt, in the core of me and surrounding me. I let salt go into the cycle that gives my molecules momentum.
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wb :: Bells
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Thursday, November 08, 2012. The old bells of the city. Are the ones that ring the softest,. Yet the clearest through the air,. Their sighing comes to me across the branches,. Echoes off the ivy-scattered bricks,. And wakes me from the beating of my feet upon the road,. O Titan bells of muted bronze,. Release me, if you would, from out your gentle grip,. For vespers leaves us with the shivers of the air,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Thanks for all the fish.