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Neither Face Nor Fact. The Book is the Rook. God has Babies.
Verbose / Concise: them’s synonyms, right yo? I should’a chillax over that, like a minute ago already. I assume responsibility for whatever is not applicable to the dichotomy (as referenced, herein, i trust). We hold these fallacies to be self-deprecating. To Ω, i say: “A-O… Oh-eh!”. I don’t know Tony Danza, but I do know…
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As a Whistle
what comes this clean it comes undone presented with a gentle one remember how gentle is as gentle does so multiply by more: come twenty; many letters fingerprints might spell inspired upon the work the interrogative only tale not tall to rise above moreover, keeping score to better buy this sale sixty moon grains liquid…
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Don’t Make Me Go Ohio Pyle on Your Ass!
Your triumph rustsdevoid for novel, yet let it standas precious to slight so it might.meter without measure, requisite temperingred clay, said soil begets one palpable truthcarnal exchange comes then forgoes that circumstance of pomp;A desparate thirst never quench his eye.How fared those ilk, when twilight gave rise?Myth be not creed: all but so urged.Beware, and…
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Unbridled
Suicidal: I am tidal Low and High. How became this, to be so Unbridled…
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The Cinnamon Madgyk Furries Meet the Pennsnow-Sylvanish Meshbrooms
Once, down in the scum, The Cinnamon Madgyk Fairies did Come, bearing Gifts, the likes, such delightful rarity. Five magicians timely arrival, Just a follow-up, meeting he that day, His PennSnow “Syl” Vanishing, never nearer the clouds, would lose his footing, not unforeseen, so afar too arrives in time, one learns, eventually. Yet, lofty days…
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Dodging Shrapnel
Only now existing Should be persisting Let inside out Could be value about A Mood. Altitude-like Attitude. Feeling- Around as if to find A button; something Needs turning on. Say, “get busy living” So busy cleaning Mistaken waits in idle wishing Stellar paths fork As ominous singularity Collision of opposing forces Dodging shrapnel Too poignant…
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Nearby Resident
These Streets, are a Maze; This Place: it’s a Puzzle. I need some Direction. If not, i be Bound for a Muzzle! Dear, old Street: i’m amazed; Displaced, i am Puzzled. I find these things Binding So much, I do fuss then- and-now, for a Guzzle.