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the past walks in time with me
i know that i am not free anymore
because the aged share nothing with me
and i can’t reconcile with the new day
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the past walks in time with me
i know that i am not free anymore
because the aged share nothing with me
and i can’t reconcile with the new day
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small drums
trash drums, played in anger or pain, make neil pert seem silly
satch could never
emote
like wareham, with his wahll of cold shake
for he’d yell, taking
harrisons relevance away
naomi listening to trees decomposing
in dean’s mind
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eleven more years. salbation
done with the credit search
brave providers
there are none lef
settled into a craft and always comfortable sleeves
you are pattern receivers
zig zag scissors of a science lesson
within your questions sit wet horizons
baking soda, water, you can make a fine toothpaste
from quo
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little squallor islands,
that can be (we can) make offers from
this index of a (lack of) prescribed needs
no call up . alexander, call up conservative futurists
bumper drop, landing zone of home firewood values
slippery underneath connected brittle structures
will be targeted by the
hospital implosion team for safety and aesthetics
not that it can’t go horribly wrong for miles
(an prove that purplespeakers are divided in
to red or blue halves
who deny their compromises internally, externally
stamping on the needy an agenda of disbursements
unspecifically secret lack of fanaticism
couldn’t be inspiring really but in red line writing
(suck) at least for lovers
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did I, ever say - that
in true science
uh, in true science
in true science
there are no ethical questions
we all fall asleep at night, believing that
monsanto researchers counting farm laborers below the border out of work
cancer rates via pesticide
debt v. subsidies paid
hfcs in their snapple
no- in true science
(no hay problemas eticos)
there are none ethnical question
brief proponents of silver thalidomide
reading papers filled with misery
it was an application, solely
in true science
there aren’t no ethical q’s
darpa team making son of agent orange
analysis of appropriate burn-assisting catalysts
will someday be used for something clean
will infinitely be justified as good research
must deserve by nature
will never go to vietnam by choice
cuz in true science
theres no ethical quest
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appaling ring of a conic complaint
harsh reflections, run hi-pass
“but still sounds terrible”
eyes mopish sting
quarters the question too dearly
you’ll make me lie
unexpected phantom power offers
clarity for withered diaphrams
finally response in a paste terrain
peering through an ST’s flicker
he can create new worlds where i see
mud
like laughing at play is norman, praise you
’can’t say i’ve come a long way.
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these magissive bitter labors
it is a false fix, false fix
for padded ideas
chemical researched flower tomes
entirely empty
and an age magnet
falling short of the steel for treatesing
ye, ya coul’na more’n 20, 30
before these crusts of conceptions
in pastel colors
stale on the page
(and) you’ll number them all anyway
sleep stony
unafraid of the thousands of schoolchildren
with more compositional fortitude than you
you rest on your greyness
for a sort of social legitimacy
which floats very low