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| it was the captian | 'My sun is free from the window,' said the god the green dabbers … rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins … cereal and stone … matches and masks and mace and clubs … and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet … cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines … | 021210 |
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| kss | it's in my brain now. | 021210 |
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| mocerdre the pirate | yar, not this captain, it wasn't. | 021217 |