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| splinken |
ezra pound is coaxing out my inner facist. he does this from beyond the grave. i think he is the boogeyman. yep. he is. |
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| splinken |
oh christ, it's his birthday today. weird. |
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| paste! |
the applesauce in the metro; wah pedals on a soggy kaiser bun. pound for pound, the earth is a ripoff. |
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| Alex | Ezra Spier is a horrible, horrible person. | 031125 |
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| epitome of incomprehensibility | I've called him the_incongruity_fascist. The incongruity part I like. And the metro poem is one of the few poems I've memorized - always appreciate brevity. When I think of the metro, I always think of Lionel-Groulx in Montreal. It's always muddy, but they do sell flowers outside sometimes... "Petals on a wet, black, bough." | 120217 |