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This pen writes itself
I know not the draw
Experience lies wanting
Wherefore art thou my
sleeping nemisis? Your
physics betrays my mind
Allow me the refraction
of thy inward shining
dewees:
i can't go to costa rica, all of my tattoos will fade in the sun, that i know i will not be able to avoid in the gorgeous weather!
princelogos:
I didn't get the Costa rican connection, on that last one.

But I tried to communicate, and screwed it up, left a comment on my page by mistake, sorry. beendrinkingagainandI'mcomputerstupid.
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hello all you beautiful, unique expressionists
khas:
i have things that i have yet to say, expression to yet yet yet happen. what i ask of others may be too too too much, but i must continue or give up, take a chance on a dialogue, it is halloween eve
khas:
This earth that we
circle about in; kicking
at times, then at others
bargaining for ownership.
How whence came upon
these odd rituals which
at times seem futile
and others magnificent.
This accumulation of
valuable, worthy, powers
of human trickery; sent
by aliens to trick us into
not going elsewhere. All
this is just my offense
against non-freedom.
A train without tracks.