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CaduciusThere are hundreds of single avenues of thought carousing in my head. They bloister over one another, each one trampling over it's predecessor to become the new black to stain the leaf.&...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 01:57:00 GMT |
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Betty Page versus Tina Turner as the Acid QueenThe slightest of inclinations stole it's way into the recesses of my subconscious, and once there assumed total control of it.And like the smallest icecu...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 01:27:00 GMT |
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The North Star Went SouthT.S. was correct, I've returned to the place from which I'd journied and now truely know it.And somehow this place I'd laid my head so many nights ago, has lost it's granduer....
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 01:05:00 GMT |
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Steps to trimming the fat:Take the time to look away coyly.Maintain intimate conversations on "striking" similarities.Silence is both enemy and best friend, know when to use.Avoid conversation on phil...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 23:58:00 GMT |
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...Because of the wonderful things he does...Nothing is what it seems...And of all things I most certainly am not. I control Oz with an iron fist.The smiling dictator, lurking, lascivious, subversive,...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 21:24:00 GMT |
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CharadesA life, according to a tombstone, is measured merely by the time it occupied.And by this, the passage of time is the loss of life in steady increments.Through this passage I crawl to find...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 22:51:00 GMT |
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Eros' Arrow Flies...(pt.1) In walked spring, whose soft yellow glow glances off two optimistic faces, and the birds croon their hymns.It's a suitable hue for this cautious excursion, slow and awkward,...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 01:39:00 GMT |
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The Cellists Knees Are TiredThe band plays and the sirens lull even the microphones into a captivating sense of arousal.The notes, like a snake charmer, pull the pheramones from our pores.Eyes meet an...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 01:33:00 GMT |
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A Step in the ______ DirectionThere is an instinct, a desire to debase the good and precious nature of a relationship which arose from a carnal reparation.This urge duplicite a colder tresspass should...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 06:03:00 GMT |
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The Ostrich Tour GuideA worm that forgot how to burrow glided gracefully beneath the sky.It had grown adept at moving about on the surface.And inching about without direction and no cover he often bec...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 18:38:00 GMT |
