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The Feather and the Croft
Free thyself; Free the soul, as a feather from the croft, let the future be thus aloft!
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Way of the Viking
Gonna make me a list. Gonna check it twice. Gonna get an automatic weapon. Set to ice. Whose names these are, I think I know. Let your home be six-feet-below. And after I’ve extinguished those, and ye. I wish to be burned, and and set to sea.
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The “Duke of Nuts”
If I were the Duke of Nuts, and I am, I might be inclined to recite: “Now, now, Little Nut: what might Buddha think of the motivation in your intention, here?” And the little Nut might reply: “Make no intimations that you desire should evoke sensations.”
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Frequent Accidental Over Dose
And, what’s the frequency, Geoffrey? Benzadrine, not administered; not here; not irrelevant. Still, “never understood the frequency”; So not up-to-speed. Telling-Delusions of Grandeur, thus, enter the fold. As such, over dose is unbecoming. Like you, and we: at once profound, how lost that time, without a sound: what’s been told? Thank you for being so…
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Short and Long
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Sometimes they move real slow Sometimes those hands: so fast That goddamn clock… mocking my ass!
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Damage
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Observe all the damage. A drop weighs a ton, And what have You done? And what is yet to come? © j sabarese
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A New Sort of Insanity
Okay, here’s my new thing: I’m going to appropriate some of the most whack shit you’ve ever seen from the Japanese Harijuku / Lolitas (e.g. YouTube: search “Shit people say to Lolitas”)… and, i shall produce a new bit of art. I have been inspired by the following, as a befitting soundtrack: (Why? Because “I’m…
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The Bridge Blown to Bits
Where is that confounded bridge? I in my kerchief; J George in Hawaii A needle might prick; a dog follows me One cessation: ceased; not even a mouse Time to settle; like so much poor rap Down Down Down No better mouse-trap Where nothing in front of me It doesn’t bleed It doesn’t need breathing…
About

Published in 2006, What’s On Your Brain is the personal blog of @ajaxStardust
It’s composed mostly prosaic ramblings.