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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Lag

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We left the lighted labyrinth our innocence upon a plinth then raced the moons reflection on the rails along the road, regardless how I gunn...
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Feast

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I thought about those distant lights that coruscate on clearer nights; belittled by the vast expanse which dwarfs our petty appetites. A smo...
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Blustery

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If words were all it took my dear you’d be a superstar chauffeured around this rusty town in your idealistic car but truly all they care abo...
Monday, August 27, 2007

Gibbous

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It looked at me so stonily, a most unnerving glare as wispy veils like billowed sails traversed its solemn stare; I can’t apprise why shaded...
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Friday, August 24, 2007

Rasavātam

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Like mercury my thoughts cohere to form a silver bubble a tiny, shiny fluid sphere encapsulating trouble that common sense could never blot,...
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Not As I Do

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I juxtapose judiciously a life beyond my reach with circumstance suspiciously arranged by those that leech the marrow most maliciously from ...
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Friday, August 17, 2007

Good Stuff?

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It starts with a spark burning brightly, intense whose crackling arc ignites common sense to furnish a draft that windily stokes the kindlin...
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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Son of a Beach

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I find the whole business of interaction a bothersome distraction preferring to be peacefully alone like an eremite inside his cave instruct...
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Don't Look At Me

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The paths that we tread often curve to disappear into a haze and every new step takes some nerve for hazards exist in the maze but uneven gr...
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Monday, August 13, 2007

Mild Please

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A yellow drone came buzzing through the window where I stood alighting on a silken stretch across its sash of wood and suddenly, not one but...
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Friday, August 10, 2007

Distinguishing Marks

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We raise the bar, then plummet twice as far to scrape away a chunk of hapless clay; each faded scar is part of who we are. It seems bizarre ...
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Thursday, August 09, 2007

I Beam

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We all need a place to sit and just think to brood on what may have brought closer the brink, a private retreat where it’s okay to vent with...
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Out of the Woods

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For Phil Jr. - I love you and don't ever do this again! Beneath the lush primeval brush you wander through the shadowed hush uncertain ...
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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Changing Stations

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We see a clean kitchen (though really how can you tell in black & white) and a tall man dressed in a very dashing suit. In a condescendi...
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Monday, August 06, 2007

Cuts

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All the purple crowns have been dethroned for daring to encroach on land that’s owned by a faceless despot simply called ‘The State’ destroy...
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