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The Music Stops;-The silence spoke of possibilities,of things that might be said,it spoke of wind and sawdust,of dreams of translucent blue,of hellfir..
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A broken man, limping towards gnosis, club foot heavyhunched with the weight of penance and guilt crushing spine,darkened uneven footsteps, dancing dr..
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it's not as dark as it seems;-the spine snapped like ajack-knife, springing home,slammed shut, my nauseaand guilt spewed upon thepavement, molten lava..
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The Ascension :-With a bag full of rocks-I climb and climb-Towards the highest peak-The highest sun-The blank white face-Of no God real God-With a bag..
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Mutual disturbances;-The darkness enters invades, corrodes, swampsfeeling, in a torrent of black wavedrowns self and beingdrowns brain and brawn, and ..
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The soundgarden of delightskicking chaos around the furniture,-destroying destruction with asudden un-stamp of sullen boot-carving riots into the wind..
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How to communicate, in the modern world,
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The Bite Of A cloud;-the falling rain, the powered, powderedangst of broken glass, snortedinstead of dreams, a cummulummbus ..
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The View from a Dream;-- a rose,cumulus cloud faceswind blown features, driftingacross azure soaked skiesthe theft of reality unravelling..
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The Wind F****r;-The wind fuckerpounds the skythe cloudsthe terror of volesamplified, asthe wind fuckerblocks out the sunThe wind fuckerflies high ..
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