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(America’s) Rash of Genius

[A] America with a rash of genius, high on pills running through the hills gives names to all of the stars then tries to shoot them down [B] A land where all the right words make noise, make noise hand … Continue reading

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Tradition Turned Green

  Turns of screw learning humility building a tower talking with our own children charging lion shot age alters blood guardrail struck. Listen young one directionally exhausted bucketed water robs willing well drink til full run again aware flow maintained. … Continue reading

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Arabs

  Slow day in a fast world mismatch of periods scratching our heads up to the eyeballs in outdatedness. Shopkeepers in dirhams leaders in greek religion in a dialect higher than legalese bow down to necessity. How to be free … Continue reading

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One Nation Indescribable

Here is how politics works the candidate is opposed to the present then when elected blocks the future then they retire on fat pensions writing memoirs that castrate the past. Driving in clouds of strychnine both in front of and … Continue reading

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Male of the Species

The man, the male of the species, will leave home to go find crises slave to cycles of dissatisfaction he follows his mood to new pastures. If it works out he is a hero if not he can blame his … Continue reading

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Contemporaneous Blues

Contemporaneous blues appearing in purple and black and white and chameleon more tones than can be counted flowing from the triotic rootless azure fountain it speaks and sings and who knows what gets concluded. Can’t seem to lose these contemporaneous … Continue reading

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Betta

I forget what I bought so I bought it again and again I guess I bought it until it filled up my existence. I kept my eye on phone and clock the two conspired behind my back to rob me … Continue reading

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