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Surrogate Mary's Sunday rules knees bent in genuflection but somehow not in genuine affiliation with anything close to..

I hear John Lennon singing in the background I am the busted savior no real Jesus or Martin or Malcom or some George Carlin p..

the current reversed the avenue figures in the dream I am falling, no, flying five stories into a river as speedboats swerve ..

dispersing truths Why are the wings transparent the flight illusion Heaven takes a powder Blue then gone the earth devours..

inspired by reading Chris and Andra and others tonight, late night. Thank you, folks!

in Spring Mother, rock me in your arms the safest crook tender words whispered I can fall asleep to the new world the safest ..

the lifeguard quit strive strove saw dove headfirst into a sand bar after too many bourbons shed shyness do..

Lighting a Candle in the Sanctuary the news is pertinent hemorrhaging fear a picture a sound a heart in decay limp..

Thief the gems of justice tarnished jewels confiscated and replaced with counterfeit amazement diamonds once pure ..

Dad's Calloused Hands the scarecrow shivers he feels so real his imagined heart breaking as he surveys the desolate field ..