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what_has_been
phil Me has Screaming a sinking, in the sand, "gratification (where the common man! Building his dam. out of mud). Bricks and sand with a sudden hand... Went dumb:
forgot "" done;
forgot "" said!
Simple plans {in his head? They} aren't reviving - never stop trying", etc.
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once again Yea verily they have come and gone as leaves and springtime flowers, blooming when you had despaired of their coming ever again and fading when you had fallen for their soft petals and cool green shade. And unto them you decry the terrors of the past hoping against all reason that they will see fit not to burden you with these tiny excruciating deaths. And there were lovers calm and steady to whom I wept and stood nude against the sky in laughing contempt of their routine. And there were lovers I was cruel and dangerous with, weilding my tongue as a lash and my body as a rack to be stretched upon. I have been indifferent and matter of fact. I have lost the memories of their passions as easily as though they had never been. I have not forgotten myself. I recall the lovers I feared. The moments I was unsure in my power. I recall dizzy drunken moments of frantic lips and arms and tongues. The gentle gasps and the sighing crys and the screams in the dark and the chanting of names as offering and sacrifice to some nameless god. And all this has come before and yet cannot describe what I face now. How is it that what has been has failed to prepare me for what is? Could I have been so foolish to believe myself invincible. So contemptible to fear what I did not know. Could I have endured all that has come and gone, like the dying of the leaves and springtime flowers, and still feel awe at the flash of lightening on my naked skin? I am struck by the immeadiacy of you. 050425
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You Feesher's Concordance of Chilton's Auto Repair Manual 060628
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egger trapped in amber
i still hear its heart
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