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a quick reference.-a quick reference.
a quick reference
i find symbolism in obnoxious blips and cursing sirens and melting reality to a more manageable size. i find security in rotten tropics and empty cd cases. i find creativity in oil spills and smoke rising against the form of the sun in evenings in august. i find generosity in rusting knives and kitchen stoves and trips to the cupboard. i find life in wailing sadness and death and the disappearance of bodies beneath sheets. i find comfort in wolves’ eyes and exhaust p
by ~champion-of-idiots
high st.-high st.
high st.
the full moon craftily corrals the bitter cold in; trapped for a long night and dewy morning. the sky is sickeningly devoid of stars: lonely streetlamps' haloes glow with the fog of breath and cigarettes. the kids are coughing now and simply can not wait for their next drag.
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by ~champion-of-idiots
becomes of her.-becomes of her.
becomes of her
precisely from where she comes is not, in anyway, certain, (for she could have come from nowhere and, just as well, did) and, with no way to find out, it is not, in anyway, pertinent
as she presently rests,
nestled and picturesque, under a great oak with the false impression
that he is ever coming back.
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by ~champion-of-idiots
becomes of him.-becomes of him.
becomes of him
having seen his magnificent ship destroyed upon impact with something greater than itself, the valiant captain spoke bravely to his tattered crew with an inspired tone and mild temperament from the bow of a weathered life raft, then turned to the open sea littered with debris and sobbed delicately.
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by ~champion-of-idiots
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slant of light beautiful likeY our ( as someslant of light beautiful like
sort of
luminous intox icant)
eyes.
by ~KissingZimmerman
A Death in OctoberIn autumn's slow dance Came a knock at the door. The sort that the man Had heard not before. 'Twas free, without time, Without reason or rhyme. It was loud and inviting, Yet cold at the core.A Death in October
In autumn's slow dance The door opened wide. And death wandered in With time at his side. He glanced at the clock And started to talk. The man was implored To hear and abide.
In autumn's slow dance The man spoke to death. "Why, death, have you come, And stolen my breath?" Death glanced at the clock And started to tal
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