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The axiomatic: I AmThat I Am...is poisedupon a stippled connectivitythat shall allow Seurat'sparkgoers to trade places.A subsumed coming andgoing a la..
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A pygmy skips the afar of the perceivingend...a jittery candle-lit sun reenters thechased oils of its pastoral painting.A teetering haunt fleshed out...
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Do, wager these untowardmotions--that what errant wayof soul they spend be sanctified.By God's pin-up sun...whoseovertly apologetic moon shallbear its..
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A horse rests...licks a desert rose exposingdenture like teeth.Slowing its voluptuous space to the courtingof flies.Its Grecian black olive eyes poke ..
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Wings set adrift bound for a tomorrow that worriesfor itself.Wind's plaything whose opulence restores allretiring worlds.As if thought perfected down ..
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There's no sullying its consternation of him in her--her in him.A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops itsruffled heretofore and floats.As if a ..
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Terminus of the world crossed to deliver itswhimper.That whimper put to color...building blockslost in space.A carmine dusk overtaking the blood's cir..
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Face stung by depersonalization, caked and gobbedso eyes of two can tower anonymous.Round and round, makeup descended, blood runethcold...blood runeth..
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Of time, to meditate upon, will not be the meditationbegun with.Time thought to itself: I shall be short and concise,long and imprecise, and in the mi..
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Solar flares, deep space chambermaid stabbing hermolten mop in contempt.There are so many squares that field her space,sifted afire.Tearing out the ra..
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