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A look at the "blank slate" artists lust after for a spark of creativity, what actually happens when we don't allow ourselves to be distracted by our ..
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You might not trespass this skininto the heart, into the museFor Her glory hath boastedin the rapture of Creation.
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blank pages, broken bonesHow miracles work for the devil!woven syllogisms through hairline fracturesenduring lateral streams in this mindless hoax.On ..
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when reason attacks Reasonand Rationality builds walls around itselfwe find refuge in paradoxand keep watch for The unknown Known
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abyss beyond fixed eyestunnel vision, spotlight predatorwhose fixed eyes glare back in exponential blazein the periphery, branches and whimmourn the f..
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Moved by the listlessness from nothing to a hopeful Something the finish line blurred with no sign of a starting point.serenaded by the night, Motivat..
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An organization of time; the endless quarrel over memories, what they meant, where they belong.
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Lovesick for an idea-- any will do A new pen!from the flourescently-lit shelves to that one at the bottom of the junk drawer Yes, that one, 'neath the..
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Claim me for your ownYour words of usExhausted by separationDistilled by longingExtinguished by reactionYour words of usemptyFloating in vaporous terr..
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I'm really stretching it, aren't I?
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