7-15-09
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by steven - 8/30/2009 6:48:34 PM
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Rickshaw man I want a passport to your kingdom. I'm
tired of being brown meat stew. I want to distill my body, resurrect
my mind, lose my soul and move on free from form, hence the burden that
is the joy of man. Is it wrong to envy a table or the screw that holds
the ceiling fan in place? Alright, I will do my service to you and
become society. Respect is my honor. I’d love to be every man that
way being nobody would finally suit. Perhaps that’s what underlies the
rebirth process.
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6-16-09
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by s - 6/16/2009 8:12:11 PM
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Tripped out on rhetorical dreams,
I thought I’d see you in my mirror.
The sun’s just a fond memory now,
A lover,
I am a widow.
Will you tell me what is going on Mr. Conductor?
I’m sorry but I don’t mind the gap.
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6-14-09
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by s - 6/14/2009 4:43:56 PM
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I got out of the metaphor today
Just for a minute
A paradox complexly simple
Doctor, help me find my name
I am mother with facial hair and three arms
I am terror rising at the thought of another concert day
This is Silence
No Shakespearian landscape but still theatre in the round
"The movie didn't speak to me Simon so why do you have to say?"
Let's try again, no?
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6-12-09
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by s - 6/12/2009 5:59:20 AM
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Healthy hypocrisy, hibiscus blue.
Believe the veil, latex spoon.
Goo choo choo, he who walks with night time stew.
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6-11-09
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by s - 6/11/2009 6:49:20 AM
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This city is crazy.
The world mad.
Lust burns with a joy fit, breaking skin.
Everyone on this subway car, my savior.
Angels of chrome in metropolis of rain.
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