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12: Orange Voyage
Underneath light, arrows poof. It's not the same. I can't cook
orange. Something tells me things will get bumpy for seeing eye dogs
and their fossil records. Baby food jars with senior's eyes, manila
envelopes of curt hair regarded by a microfiche sliced off like
cheddar--gone before the postal system incubates. I used to hold my
hand inside the campfire, wrapped in foil. No
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it has to be on a stick. Then my hand would be on a stick.
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Pools and pools of happiness is torture.
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Waves and waves of fanny packs oversee.
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The stick has to be sharpened first into a synthesizer's fuse.
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On saturday, ocean floor lowers itself onto ocean floor, and the gifted
onto the ungifted. Magma telescope glass crush out sulfur and
goofballs. I am not yet ready to be culled. The future bleaches time
and a half. Between third and fourth periods I'm running to my
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classes with a clip on tie. With each passing day I learn how to die
ray forward. The pain runs up and down my heart legs like sausage
buried in coral. If only my enemies wouldn't be such assholes! Then I
might be able to get some work done, and while laughing about the work
at the same time. Little did I know that, fighting and aghast, this
cross-indiana experiment would floor an army from terra cotta atoms.
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.Watching flanks coalesce, I cannot be a bass guitarist or a dragon.
.I cannot ream sin, nor conscript prairies for nefarious jewelry-making
purposes.
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Then, you've met my 1993 shirt and you were blinded by anarchy! Lost
and lone, oh, I wept at my own college bookstore. How it winced in its
groom darkness and tree object discomfort, the wedding held there
between rye dog racing sheets. I'm trying not to mimic the elf with
the ease of discomfort, the way contemplation can arise from influenza.
The french welfare was intercepted. At some point nurses will learn to
shoot butcher paper. But where do dumb, divine
phages.......,,,,,,,,.,.,.,..fuck it. There isn't creationism without
remaining illiterate truthfully. And after all our models were based in
personal angry sciences. This is the scariness that scares me. To
create a more panned-out society. A more equal inequality born from
heartfelt frustration. Not this fake abyssal plain leaking into the
community chest. Landmines squirm against their soiled child-seats;
they have petitioned for learner's permit.
eye candy amiss in a
rainy trench when cleaned
chloraseptic
up there I mirror
the side-backrub airbag holding up to your woodshop to a higher
standard.
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.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,We have our work cut out. The sea,
it has.
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and steve jobs heartmoon in a stress position.