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Hunger and stasis gather on the porches of my heart. First there was childhood now old pining from a distant home I don't like visiting. It came and ..
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The tides are rushing forth to flow through a plughole in her breast. Memory and conscience spill down the blue fields of her blouse. Somewhere a ma..
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How do you describe dense black? What fancy metaphors for pain could I devise to make you feel what I've felt on and off of late? Maggots crawling fre..
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Shaving blades, colder than the distant moon, grey as an old woman's hair, do not dance like daffodils. The hollows of the subconscious where ..
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Mary is placid as rain. It will be, it will go, one day soon may be again. Returning to the first repose of a mother, newly spent, she holds her a..
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"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they
produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and th..
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Another death has been announced: schoolboy in New York. Killed himself on reaching home from a camping trip. More videos will now be made on survivin..
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How do we survive becoming accidents; bipeds of life split from the ether on attempting a return... We wanted to regress, click the button, sound the..
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