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ever dumbening
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oddness, in the eyes of god
poly portnoy fauntleroy
don't try this at home
sniffing glue is better with pebbles of grass
sweet chunky grass
the earthenware pricing gun spits out cuneiformed fortune cookie wisdom, and sleep still turns its face from me and runs where my mind, distracted and busied, can't follow
you surely don't know, in your omniscience, when the winding river announces:
"the time is now again"
ignore the peptidal argument consuming your frame, even as the present is no faster or slower than the lumbering beetle's wings.
the panda preserve in sichuan, and the bike ride there, across the bridge across the webbing of tracks, reasserts for no reason. and now you can retire.
no hope. no entitlement.
amen
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