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There is a figure of speech on the doorstep
it seems of keeping, i lament
chaos boundary, first disentangle and livery
weakened ascent


There is a lunchbox on my re-wiring
a gasp of hated send
belated mimicry of desultory, termination salivates
and recommence - this bitter end
this drifted far too deliberate


the looking glass smokes far too away and twists enter into wither, i take solace
in ex-patriate, a suspect cunt and glimmer, re-disease the I and the ear to
circumnavigate twister, a langaurd fall come dressed and small fakes hindrance to the
bitter....
i eight this out and learn torrid bouts of syncopate, dust and in cinders.
talk back at me and unfurled, she greets caution as the livid, speaks motion like in-
valid and denotes spacial crush of incision. this derelict of mottled ingrate, and
fractured tassle emigrating thither, inner gunshell of delectation, molestation, dream scissor,
you correlate a death foray, a semen sport locked spillage, without freight to re-
invest or syncopation at unrest, or livery mustered inner. she radiates a flake of traits,
a terminal consider, a procrastinate enviscious
 and heavyness all minnowed. segregate
this lock of time, braid it divided-up elsewhere, dress delicately and mess intimately so
nigh awaits upon image. this fog. this caress. this spatial convalesce. and surreptiously
there is physiognomy, a chancellor typ, remember. give it just and
celebrant, take no and wear it well, align a gain with some
stain,
traipse earlier into ever.




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On Friday March 5th, 2004, capt_funguy (992) writes:
if my skull were a rubber sphere , and this work was a bullet fired into it through a small slit perhaps ... then ,,, maybe then ... i could elaborate on it ... this is an assault ... funguy


On Friday March 5th, 2004, purr_verse (1423) writes:
that opening line just kills me... in the good way, of course! brilliant. (i find myself picturing it in your handwriting! two together.) purr



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