PlanetHigh-socked and alone, You seek out your warbles, Clear-winged things with their Beaks for homes and Long tubular pathways like A subway traversing your arms. Your veins wait under your skin, Mines for her maniacs, all cleared out and supported, tubes with red and white trolleys. Daphne duMaurier will not leave you alone.Planet
Husband, You are more of a romantic than I am, Catching sounds instead of mouths And notes instead of trumpets. You are all dirt. That is why I will not touch you. You are a prophet yesterday; I know what you know. &
Start Up
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God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
~Nietschze
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*HDR-Club
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the world's waiting for you, ah ha ha!
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