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Vision is Peripheral

  [A] Being healthy keeps me from writing too much writing keeps me from living vision is peripheral. All the things I bought to get ready to be going have faded or been lost vision is peripheral. [B] Early years … Continue reading

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Founding Ripples

The sly ways the rocks of shadowy centuries curl in layers that argue about whose time was formative. How contrary and contiguous generations writhe against the only order they could be born in and laid down in. Like when a … Continue reading

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Page Turning

page turning back to foreground mystery clues mounting conspiracy how they count so they can’t but implicate liability in the logic more implicit than humility semblance pushed off the cloud cold fronted descent to drop accumulation around a pellet biographical … Continue reading

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Real and Useful

  Everything from electrons to solar systems and horseheads fashioned by convention in stardust is grouped by type. Friends, lovers, salts, metals are raw materials for the similarity machine brought to the mill for prep and processing within our parameters. … Continue reading

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Just Say Just Hear

  Just say yes I’m sorry and no I won’t do it again just say what’s right for right now and what will be true tomorrow you can’t fake it you can’t make it something it’s not. Just hear what … Continue reading

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Things Linger

The imprimatur and aura of how the grid acts how the cells divide into fancies and facts the delicate enforcement of interior suggestions ply our prejudices and feed on protestations. I left to partake in a mindful walk with no … Continue reading

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Witch

The witch passes through the public extremely close but unseen a bee busy pollinating truculence and succulence in her swirling peignoir. The witch carries around on her fingertips all the worry of an emergency room spreading it by touch or … Continue reading

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