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Touring the facilities
Join Date: Nov 2002
Location: The plains of Colorado
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Once upon a look at the sky...
And a chat with the moon And a chill of the night And a tear of the loneliest heart... A voice became clear to me So fine it almost melted Upon the heat of my trepidation So lovely I almost went blind In a flash of white light Like shock upon my skin Like madness in a storm Like cream floating to the top of my tea You appeared. |
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Only looks like a disaster tourist
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: above 7,000 feet
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Spontaneous
This is a spontaneous poem.
We develop patterns, doing things because we do those things, thinking things because we think those things. It's hard not to say the things we've said before. It's Wednesday, so let's eat Prince spaghetti. We're just being who we are. It takes too much creativity to be someone else. It takes too much energy to be spontaneous. This is not a spontaneous poem. |
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Only looks like a disaster tourist
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: above 7,000 feet
Posts: 7,208
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Through oxidation or fermentation A pile of sawdust bursts into flame also Mary is gone and all that remains is a charred ashen outline, a shrunken skull, and a portion of her left foot |
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