Monthly Archives: August 2015

brute answers

Oh wide eye tyke, have a scent of the stench called a carcass and the fly that teases ears and lusts for the cuts from auntie’s pig has surely feasted behind that pine grove yonder. But ignore these hideous images. … Continue reading

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get free, get free, get free

Oh saintly crowned intending general goodness all these years, it’s time to get rude and put expert voices on one long ignore. Why else does the gut give the goad and growl and claw at those vinyl walls like a … Continue reading

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note about this evening’s flurry of poetic posts

I hope it’s clear enough yet maybe not too clear that they examine the difficulties that come when interests accumulate and you feel you’ve not given one a deep enough exploration. Like I’ve lately dabbled in trying to learn to … Continue reading

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trawling for suckers

neighborly-speaking, try being advised; be aware, how a germ of a word can come floating, flitting, like a mantis dressed as a moth only to spread a slow erosion – an erosion so slow few know or care to bother … Continue reading

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and now paper and pencil pout

Equal treatments, as is said, well yes, the stable lord and possessor making the rounds is not at all a usurper and lusts not for usury trespasses, lusts little, frankly; seeks goblets and little more than the goblets and they … Continue reading

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stir for me please oh poetry

like how in any given blessed name of heaven or the heavens could a gent handle a harem? Sure the concept is juicy and incense chokes as though vision is a painting, frozen, as opposed to constant, silken, pulsations, and … Continue reading

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restoration chores

I feel a grudge high on animation splashes. Legs aren’t parting in invitation near like the way the party rolled over every night shorn of a single mercy thread; squashing time’s tiny pimples while burning eternal candles on those shores … Continue reading

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