In some other space,
seconds are splitting like nuclear atoms
matter reduced
to fission and ordered chaos
invariable planes colliding, sweet as purple
pop rocks stinging the roofs of ten hundred hungry childrens
mouths. Time is break-
ing, scattering like cats eye marbles
(shooters castrated or dead), each round and lucid
as forgiveness, forgetting
who said what and where, no matter
a circle drawn in sand, nothing left
to war against.














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Lt. Maria Laguerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that's weird. Why would he keep it there?
Dexter Morgan: I don't know. So he could use a carpool lane.
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"Don't dream it; be it." - RHPS
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Lt. Maria Laguerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that's weird. Why would he keep it there?
Dexter Morgan: I don't know. So he could use a carpool lane.
Congrats on the Daily Deviation!
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~ Crysta
"The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.'"
- George Carlin
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死猫 -- At least, Be Humane.
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Use the force || Skywalk to every meeting
to war against.
this poem is just delicious to read aloud.
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| MIMESIS |
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the imagined have been here...
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They search for the method in our madness while we dare them to find the madness in our method.
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