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Daily Archives: September 25, 2014
done
…. we’re too tired for hum ………….-anity, the in -sanity of this useless strum. bring us some ……-thing blue, some new shoes, a gypsy room …and some rasp …………………..-berry gum. ….
just the right sighs
we need chalk, STAT. ………………..and that bumble -berry pie, some sort ………………………of tutu in plum, per -haps. and a quiet overdose ………………………………………..of sky. …
Satin Sparrings
… They punch in petals, gyp -sum flower moon -stones, prismatic-scratched and warm to the touch. She surfs in sulfur evaporated seas silver drained ………(strained) …………(trained) ……………(rained) to salt flats, deep beige caves inhaling clouds of orange, pink, opal. Paint … Continue reading
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My, This.
… It’s just too much, when every thing you touch ………..(know, new, old) turns to ……..ashes ….stone ……………..dust cold ………………hard metal. … .. Prompted by Quickly in September, day 25.