DUSTY HOPE

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  • Chagrin Falls

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    Doesn’t posses me, that isnt my thinking. Not blamably not personally. Aspects of mega nega possessed my lang bang, took over my heart my cunt my everything. Nor do I seem want to profess any want to trivialize it. But it would not depreciate, I just couldn’t seem to figure it out. And no one…

  • Endless Progress in the Consumption by Fire

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    An ordeal by fire? Dazzling operatic numinous ineffable. Rules without lenience. Whenever seems to be getting awfully close — to revealing this niche, a great pigfish in the accumulations of my thirst. That we would have to in some way exchange “pleasant” thoughts on the deep sorceries that occur here in the exploration of liquid,…

  • General Sums

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    I guess there is only so far one can get to in Marm — with respect to actionable material thinking. But I love the writing. The playing with sentence structure, has been a blast, as well as something Wittgenstein gets into about language rubbing up against itself, he called Uncertainty in an article he wrote…

  • Brick and Brolly

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    Since silk in the hunt they have been on the hunt. Wear flaw to blame work thinking. We Chinese for a moment dealt with powerful rose.  Too in them even on growth single. Drilling buildings that thus determined British stock. Now a thousand percent pagodas underneath it in all. Money on foot they would not…

  • Boysened for being Free

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    It finally washing up to six preparation. Heavy deep he with mag. Two country or many. Fourteen along with pistils are strangers, so sand layer is certain. Troops of all sorts of sea frugal days are resident.  Square firewood still established a malaysian one. Tin was ready for a moment. We call goa lines around…

  • Dead Pie Flies Again/Body H8

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    Beginning of Something Tongues her. Dizzying, like a smelt of grace. His fingers drag across her skin, her skin a raft of shirkey murky lurking sin. Angels make waves. The unseen and the unnamable thing, drifting off into beauty and violence and the absurd up her cunt. It astonished her unduly that the drain of…