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Wed, December 5, 2007 - 7:44 PM
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to the celebration of papaya lotion and rubber helicopters when poplars failed to fly did you hear the sound of green air whistle of a lone doe’s sweat glands rustle of nail parings floating down the river
she timidly entered that cosmic bathroom and was
Wed, December 5, 2007 - 12:28 PM
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in the process of studying cigarette butts on the wet floor rubaiyat on the walls time went by tanks droned on the streets butterflies were becoming interested in artificial flowers a couple of spammers composed their 467291st ophthalmological symphony instead of abusing arab children epileptic marsupials couldn’t help drinking tomato juice but this wasn’t the way to eden
while innocent prayers rend
Mon, December 3, 2007 - 3:22 PM
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your ears a policeman smiles ever seen an eel hate poetry look totem eaters in search of snowfalls afraid of mechanical wristwatches
receptionists that hide their names
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 5:36 PM
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clouds that conceal the laughter children that throw stones in the air mumble and shout awkward afternoon lies: no problem with foreign deities
it was probably a rest area my wife hung around the building i
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 5:35 PM
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sat on the pavement between it and our car in fact the only car on the parking lot when a huge leaf the size of a giant’s palm i thought fell out of nowhere nearby almost covering my head bread spread dead instead read was i going to look for the tree among half-eaten stars teeming with translucent beetles my grandfather by the way lost his sense of smell in a fight sight might blight delight he probably believed whatever jesus allegedly said was it the reason of his drinking bouts or was it that he never saw a seagull floundering in the corner store more raw straw kissing the soles of a three-legged cashier’s shoes schmooze infuse confuse
it possible to see magpies
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 5:35 PM
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bathing in gasoline cold ipods bursting in the pockets of crying ministers whispers of lemurian queens beyond heaven
cows aren’t
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 5:35 PM
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sacred here masticating rusty propellers clarinets paddles oaths noises idolatresses the only eye of filthy water rests below
ahem typos of redheaded brainwashed nuns fins of poisonous fish on cracked plates
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 5:34 PM
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In winter all
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 5:34 PM
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dragonflies are mad nobody opens the book of countless prayers to frivolous winds glamorous dust unwanted facial and body hair
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