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Archive for November, 2007

Straightforward french stakes or pales kept in mind to write this leaf. That is what i with these dark marks here forseek.

At the eleven clumb he down from the sleeping four foot fo’c’sle—it sails nightly through the stormy seas on his bedroom floor. The winds were calm then—though—for the sails lay in a crumpled mass [...]

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where rests the feeling in my lich?
in the word, rests it in truth? perhaps
eats away, instead. for the wellspring
thereof weakens the breath and the
beating of the heart.
but when the sky fire dies—
for a few tides, through the spinning
of our mother upon which we stand—
and darkness enshrines, lack of whetting,
the feeling is driven out.
or so it [...]

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No, we are done—and what does that mean
to us? it’s so hot lately—in the past few days,
and our greetings become dry and rusty—
but rust is created when the air has moisture;
there is no moisture here. no lubrication to
help us move through—with—to—from each
other. Ancient sea bed, oh in which we live.
Once again she was brought here [...]

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What follows is simply a solidification of ideas; that is, putting to paper, and thus into immutable organization—which one cannot do in common speech, where fragments replace sentences, because whole ideas are expressed through more than just words, and where more ambiguous lexicon is employed—what i have been, since before i concluded my socially, and [...]

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