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butt wett in my towel
craving shower
like i craved nite
and rifle sounds of surf
dreamed of mountain waves and
cinging to a cliff
among cursing surfers
some horizon
of the pacific
swollen subconcious
maiden wanton
algae morning
and lichen dresses
this was your first
suicide
drowning
incomaprably
the sun wet under water
and white dog sniffing
at your hand marks

what ailed you...
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misterjesus:
NO! no diet tab, only Pepsi or Crab Juice.
bombshellbetty:
Graduate programs in art? Dunno. I'll ask around.
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bla blah
morning soaks
ita ll out of me
like a geranum
bed
pungent
profuse
colr
bludeoned by the
acrid beauty
of the leaves
all the healing is there
folks
just turn yer head
complete repose
is in the whites of yer eye
and that sculptor that lives
down the
street polishing the white
marble
till it reflects the sun
bombshellbetty:
blush Er, um, nice to meet you!
bombshellbetty:
Vancouver, at the moment. Seattle this weekend. Any further down the road and I make no promises.
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jon u r the man
on the mountain
always
for it seems that few who climb are few that rest
be at peace
at this place you call marriage
and find within your head that
this structure was built by your friends
and that you did not do this alone
and all that is necessary is for you to look
at the brick
and see...
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u can say manyn thngs
dangling from a string
on a marble cliff
jagged into your hip
but what ts the mosst importandt
things is
what u dont say

then i landed
and said it
and the world changed from length to width
and i was speakin french
on line
backwards p
the plain
ill my muscled lungs choked fervor

and reminded me of sentences...
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some prostitute
beckons me
just where i wretched
those demons
down that cobbled street
hold this a second
and remember that
satan
is a state of mind
he only has a
6 inch
playing field
open all the way up
hang your laundry
watch the fat women
in the large fields
feather there clothes
and talk
with their minds
if u
run between
the clothes...
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raven:
grave of the fireflies is an anime that takes place in japan during WWII. if you want to be depressed for days and days you should see it. actually its and amazing movie- but *sniffle* so sad.
six string samuri is a kung fu post apolyptic buddy holly type of movie. also kinda sad. but fucking awesome.
neither of these fine movies is likely to be available at blockbuster. but you can rent them from netflicks.com
gotham2:
i'm coming back around again...i miss reading your thoughts...
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you there
smiling one
suspicious
maybe
come over here
bring yer bride
raise yer hands
sweaty from playing
running endlessly
alluding to everyone
take her hand
she smiles widely
with her eyes
endlessly
wainting coyly shyly
for u to take her hand
and then to show you
a place you have never dreamed of
wait u say
there still over there
wait u say
wait...
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dreams of running round
my younger self
in a go cart
transporting milk
flailing down the
streets of paris
ramming into the park
caution to myself crying and the rain in
sheets
some father figure
racing his own cart
down aisles of grocery store
repremanding
nodding
approving
so much power
in consent
we
were a pair
though me and younger me
though younger was pretty...
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peace becomes
satiated
morning glories
streamline
fluidity
a purple trumpet
and shameful boy watching
wondering
what is this
song
coming out of evrywhere
constants as water
by the reeds
as scarlet cardinal in the trees so loud
so aggressive
does this one meeet
another
does this one
feel safe with anyone
will his beauty
ever be read in the
brow of the breeze
that carries...
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thedza:
good. and you??
jena:
Hey!! Get the new SPIN. I am on page 24. And come with me to one of the upcoming SGNY things....the 23rd and 30th....i'll get more details.
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the bruised life
works itself over me
a drooling pugilist
black eyes
and staggerring persistence
all these girls
my cock feels heavy
lure at the bottom of the ocean
clear clean bay
and i can see all the
under water life
and the children's legs
playing in the shallows
a drunken shark
talking to himself
this becomes
redundant
but so is the tide
the very...
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my muscles strained
like tin
acrioss my back
dippin g like the rain
sky
belt on backwards
the mexican tunrned out to be
anasazi
flute
peddler
dancing spilling beans
and slicing feet
of statues
the stronger are usually hidden
within the weaker
glinting their eyebrows just
above
the lake
lying
on a mountain
peeking

the desert grew
warmer so quickly
and i realized he had...
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whoozywhatzy:
welcome back!
zaftigg:
That's a fuckin stellar entry. The words all feel fuckin hot and dry.

cl0ck