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  • The night won't let me sleepPerhaps the daylight will...

  • Gladly Alone: But looking forward to returnI'm a lone (s)[t]ra[n]g[(l)]er out here...Never seen the city so deadThe complete solitary confinement Is bugging me.Lately, I've felt in a dream landOne where coincidences are …

  • Sometime, music is the only thing my heart takes notice of...this is an example shown to me tonight...The actual songs:http://www.underbyen.dk/listening_en.htm The actual voice:http://www.underbyen.dk/biography_en.htmHen…

  • My daggon rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Bookmaster Teapot, Yo.What's yours?Powered by Rum and Monkey.

  • Raising Cain: pure devilish funAdam's apple got caught in his throatSpoke too soon, before he knew He was raising Cain;And was not able.Abel was like Adam before EveIt's why he was smoteLacked Adam's appleWas too good f…

  • The Broken Mirror: Alice's last dreamOn and on I listen to the songs of dead menThey passed for their art's perfectionPossibly stared at their reflection and saw throughHeard their voices and the notes pour from their e…

  • "‡" <------ What is this symbol? Sure double dagger but what does that mean?

  • Funny how the instrument of writing, a pen, in its other form is the instrument of imprisonment...

  • Afflict me with they Arrows: you fiend of L---I've come to the point, I'm obsessed with observation, Reserve the living for others...or at least in spurts. Consequently, through this narrative state, I find other joy: th…

  • Carpa-L an Corpe Cor:My feet tingle when I step to I'm always thinking as I piss awayThe time in a stream of flying waterAnd stamp ripples in the sand.You always occupy a stanzaIt's how I know I've not forgottenIt'd be a…

  • Untitled Observation:I Sing with a choir of angelsBlend with my alien voice.I'm an impostor, Huddled under their magical wingsOh how they sing (!) there in that corridor.Able (non)bodies, with vertical eyesBehind their (…

  • Gene's AddictionOracle of flight, foretell a good nightOr at least say a lie to believeIt's easier to take such a thingWalk blindly to shock wavesAct bravely despite the coming ruin.You order to open my handsLook at the …

  • Seeping Rush: The fall, drains me...I'm not used to missing the changing leaves...But the gray, that fusion, it makes me yearn for color in other ways...

  • I am Drunk...Gorging flaunt of a familiar phonographInstilled in a distilled paragraph--didactical proseI'm telling all that I know, truthfully soThis is the only place I don't lie.Seated here above the earth, Seeing onl…

  • Wow, the weather is less than pleasant now...there's a constant haze of droplets floating in the air like a mist that clings to the skin, enters the pores and forces a "haachu." Looking back on this comment and quite a …

  • Like a wave function, I amplify, fluctuate back and forth between poetry and prose...I'm in one of those prose writing and poetry editing stages. I'll be MIA for a bit (I know that I'm just saying this to perhaps inspir…

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