I have seven books I am compiling. Much of which is here. And we are in process of organizing. A Novella, Book of Short Stories, A Book of Sketches which are based on fictional approach but have no specific pronoun, Chronica that is thoughts along the way on writing and freewriting, and something I am calling The Folds, which is philosophical observations, posing language at the roots of my f*cking philosophy. And a couple of poetry books.
And the usual links.
Got any book recommendations?
Fragments from Short Stories, Sketches
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Angels Who Tinkle/Body H8
Read More: Angels Who Tinkle/Body H8CRAZY old rumor – in olden days people wore hats, they all wore hats – to church. To protect heads from angels – who tinkle – ?! Priorities being with great and respectful care w.r.t jingle-jangle, of per fuming angels scares, lairs, dares, stares (i.e. with localizing excretion). For Haute le Couer – a hat…
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Stealing Beauty/Sketches
Read More: Stealing Beauty/Sketches“I stole the jar.” And it almost destroyed her. Left to scarecrow in the madness. An influence so life changing – it has to be viewed as holy destructive. Pure of heart, broken by life, floating down the river of love, with flowers of madness pasted sentimentally to her chest. Dying intimately again and again…
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Problems with proof of existence/Novella
Read More: Problems with proof of existence/NovellaCREEPY. Life inside LuLu’s magical soul of terror. The theatrics of horror, she calls it. The whole thing glows in the dark. Its a glowing encumbrance. A rag-tag mystery coiled against quasi religious wars, a perversion of slave-trading for love and sex, forged in magic. Its unspeakable stuff, these “sacred books.” Searching as LuLu does relentlessly…
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horror scope/Body H8
Read More: horror scope/Body H8horrorscope. for Haute le Couer. god awful. a mining horror. the whole place, ditch down deep, topples in on her. like a warped call for justice that ends in unspeakable tragedy – and the only way out is through devious means! hell bent sirens cracked this up. Haute is now calling it the Frankenstein years.…
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Saving Mucky Graces/Body H8
Read More: Saving Mucky Graces/Body H8melodramas from the girlie reviews and strip joints and war time brothels and junk halls mystified the sun, with dense squalor, raging rapturous with desire and the tirless wheel of mooning for richies adoration glories crash and flirt flirt and crash temptations toss to unharsh the sun tunneling druid with scalding hatred. oh dont say…
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FORLORN PORN/Sketches
Read More: FORLORN PORN/Sketcheslovely morbid anti hero istically affected by forlorn porn, otherwise known as depression – ha ha. horny sordid convulsing frays – fractus, frangere, ions of my reversal pining down the ricochet like its a slow motion bell letting off steam from the rail roads of love screaming, at loss and a-toss with love, horror and…
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Rhyme in the Coconut/Novella
Read More: Rhyme in the Coconut/Novella✅ Lugubrious & tilt-illating Living death or broke? Awash in hatred, its miracle mire – religious, bloody, sexual. Strangely empowering and devouring. Boredom rang of hopelessness, a living death. And this job, as it turned out, was drudgery. Presently, hidden away. Inside a well of seats inside a Mall. An alcove surrounded by big potted…
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The Hulk/Body H8
Read More: The Hulk/Body H8It blew and blew and blew. Something pinned her up against a sacred wall, begging for it and running away, begging for it and running away – wild as hell. Haute-le-Couer couldnt understand why it was so crazy. Living on and off a beggar’s cross, of what – sacrificed tomorrows, how beauty can mischief, estrange,…
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God Awful/Novella
Read More: God Awful/Novella✅ Wistful plightings of sorrow, ruin, slaughter, despair, violation, surrender, sacrifice. Glimmered for LuLu LeSuere with the weight of magical charms. Easily seduced by sadness and desires that stretched to the sky, beyond beautify. With a travesty’s penchant for abomination, a wall of devout ferver drowning in tales of power and horror, hopes diffused to…
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The Will & The Wanderer/Sketches
Read More: The Will & The Wanderer/SketchesAn endless visionary parade of splendorizing romantic thresholds, of a pressing relentless susceptivity. Everything that sank in, seemingly sank first through a latent overmuchness of desire – spectacularly agape for uplifts of sorrow. This divine crime, this lucious murderer of time, stuck fast to speechless depths. Cloying, burning, turning forever in on itself. Her sex…
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Blind Spots/Sketches
Read More: Blind Spots/SketchesFirst she drove by a dead cat, it was off by the side of the median, probably thrown there – white with black markings. Not much later, she hit a swerve just around a curve – a dead deer. Et tu? Driving in her car, its morning quite early and the sky is a sunless periwinkle tint…
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On a night train to see Cal/Body H8
Read More: On a night train to see Cal/Body H8Haute le Couer thinking of Victor de Loveleye. On a night train to see Cal in Tennessee. Falls into beautiful treachery whose desires outrange the purposes of existence. Dire flood of beauty and transgression like swallowing a heart & sword & lust of allah of jesus – angels are threats angel of Victor de Loveleye’s…
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Soft Spot/Body H8
Read More: Soft Spot/Body H8Language bandied with mock cackling suffusion. Cal thought: emptiness learning how to bleed.
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The D Word/Novella
Read More: The D Word/Novella✅ Ringer LuLu is laying on a narrow bed in an apartment in Detroit. Its a room she is subletting. nothing there is much hers. her hair is a blend of streaks of orange and yellow. the tatoo on the back of her neck is an eyeball with wings. she has no f&cking money except…
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Vanna Gutta/Body H8
Read More: Vanna Gutta/Body H8first draft Shake it off, beauty is schism. There is anger and horror in her heart like flint and stones. Stop the rhythm. Yells silently, her head up, a deep breadth plodding, supposed to be cold outside, tapping scuff of boots against wall against desk, the moon is wretched, she stalks at the machine –…
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Frank in a Stein & Whip Poor Wills/Body H8
Read More: Frank in a Stein & Whip Poor Wills/Body H8Whippoorwills Two words: slavery and freedom. Spark like a train whistle blowing high and stark, in dank dark treasury of Pinky’s bosom impossible with love and merit like a train beating back the wind, by powers and sorrow of love. As whistles howl long and low along the byways with brute material ecstasy at all…
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Bunny Manifesto/Body of H8
Read More: Bunny Manifesto/Body of H8Making in roads On the phone can to can. Love the strings. Plays it again, no sooner as begins, becomes infected with beauty and reckoning. Mists of plunder wonders savage playful bold and sorry gusting plussage, sorrow & dole. Lust and bust. Victim and scold. Wonder & scorn, laces. At bottom of glowing disdain is…
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Excitonium/Sketches
Read More: Excitonium/SketchesBridge of Signs Because to try and do so makes Pinky crazy. Even just to think about it. And she can’t control what that does, to herself or other people. Stinky is a death star. And the hatred that erupts from Pinky’s not being able to overcome its hold over her – its glorious ring…
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Glow & Yeux/Body of H8
Read More: Glow & Yeux/Body of H8Suffocation Glow Weeny is high dungeon. Demons giggle with lush red posies of a magnified slow death. Pictures of girls – across walls of spacious gallery, huge dead-posed to a mystery, as tragic and murder on a sea of velvet. As sorrow and overkill. Gorgeous as hell. Crazy Mary Crazy Mary’s table. Who any day…
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Ziv/Body H8
Read More: Ziv/Body H8Get up pull up, the pointing chin. At Ziv’s stone skipping horizons, as tremors pop pop and glide through his prisms of shimmering obscurity, every debilitating obscurity known to man! Ziv cuts a staggering neurogenic figure, whose tasks blaze candor – And sniffing, Yeux-de-Chauve-Souris’ deceptively simple stylishesness? But then, but then there reaches straight across the bountiful…
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The Quiet One/Body H8
Read More: The Quiet One/Body H8CHARS are sitting here right underneath go in search for them, cut out the latin grammar, see if can translate into present tense, go in on char. Being broke was a kind of suspension, a privileged disease. Its needs so intransigent, brutal, endless. Its hunger a rage of demands that provoked a wild restless vanity…
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How to Learn to Love A Death Star/Sketches
Read More: How to Learn to Love A Death Star/SketchesDraft 5.1. Shopping for Premise Too far – gone baby gone? hoarding scars of lament affection which holy serve the perv and ride the curve as miracle gutter for passions’ best loved wrongs, songs, righteous ding dongs – devour the worm? Fight for the germ. Gone baby gone. To approach willful excalibur taboo, sly and…
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Sweetness and Ecstasy/Sketches
Read More: Sweetness and Ecstasy/SketchesVery early sketch Whenever dream turns into possibility of going from fuzz to fabric, like a Charles Dickens dreaming in collar and muff, its fabrication halos over death the great McStuffin as running out of dust, into life, swallowing the banality of suggestion whose wonders thrill and heave – its miracle stunned with crazy content(ment)…
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Vibist/Body H8
Read More: Vibist/Body H8Draft 3.7 In the works N’deen Tarwater did not want to quibble with intrigues, seemingly again struck at a revolving glass threshold, that sealed the in from the out. An ever rotating bridge of sighs that sprang before her, a revolving door both effuse and capricious, a door that sang with death, with confiscation and…
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Merry with Andrew/Sketches
Read More: Merry with Andrew/SketchesDraft 2.1 Learning to have deference again, that it is what it is, even if it isn’t what it isn’t. Spawns like a counterweight to PouLou’s beloved hysteria. As always, she shouts: to overcome a cornered lovely blasphemy – obese with obstinacy, stupidity, cowardice. You have to have respect for a madhouse, and its luster…
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Raven & The Peach/Body H8
Read More: Raven & The Peach/Body H8Draft 1.3 Pretty Raw Peaches is up and running, engaged in it in a way that accepts its theatricality and in-dealing or something — As access and bounty and wind, wind through the curtains. ASIDE: A BattleHard Burrow’s cozy curtained, bit stinky, cat crawling, window-covered bunker, how he mysteriously locks and loads – where dreams…
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Why I love taking mud baths with Dr. Who/Sketches
Read More: Why I love taking mud baths with Dr. Who/SketchesVersion 1.7 Come out from behind and tremble like a gun. The more thunk about, more pastiched said dementia overdetermined. Never say never. Living the dream. Getting disgusted with themselves? Hard to tell, when happy as Larry shell bathing in The Royal Hot Springs. Why I love taking mud baths with Dr. Who? Hopeless off license, treachery…
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Pronoun Shifters/Body H8
Read More: Pronoun Shifters/Body H8Stoppers Lucy switching television, falling into sleep where plays over porn and wantum random thoughts in and out of swoon ocean drifts, curse of the perched. Agatha snorts searching for “tremors” in semiology. The endless defenseless ramps to replete. Lucy says shut up. Be gentle. Fort Knots Lucy wants Hieronymus to collaborate. Be undead. Cold…
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Kafka House Coffee/Sketches
Read More: Kafka House Coffee/SketchesAbstract: When stuck with Judgement Day voices in a Murderous Wave of Casual Contempt. Once sideshow knife throwers circus-cloaked naif, strapped (willfully) to cartwheel target, found murdered with three knives in her neck, and gurgling through blood in teeth: “martyrdom is mostly about loss.” Topics for Detective Hunker Down when he can get to it:…
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Bats Fly Pigs Dig/Novella
Read More: Bats Fly Pigs Dig/NovellaStomach Contents Boom boom boom. Push through push through. Pain beckoned in flames. Waft divisions of LuLu’s heart. To make them shut up. Boom boom boom. Sublime — finds neg peg, nail for pail, catch for blood drip drip drip — that sacrificial emptiness flashing through. Like firecrackers. Boom boom boom. Something in the sand…
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& ease meant/Body H8
Read More: & ease meant/Body H8Gonna call her Mel. And its about Mephisto vs. Existential lobotomies. Not lobotomies – be conscious, this is serious stuff. I have clowns and bears. that overtake me. hmm. Clowns insert jest that is oppo – camus does that but as a french delicacy. Bears on the other hand, growl. Who else growls, does bukowski…
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Hilltop Park/Body H8
Read More: Hilltop Park/Body H8Angelic quandaries unsettle frenetic cloning for the moon in symptoms of doom. Make me into a bristling broom. I can’t stop doing it. Cant stop sweeping for nuggets. Death releases the temptations from their horror. Score transit against tip of sky. Its hard its hard its hard not to deify. Suddenly get wildly confused so…
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Weave it be, or Holly stuck with thumb in syenite/Body H8
Read More: Weave it be, or Holly stuck with thumb in syenite/Body H8Every noun has possibility. Ricochets against pastiche, in greetings. Along the wayside. V 4 — Body of Hate. Surface of Love. Done not done. Definitely frozen — but fully in its cups. Its kind of random housey but small. Compressed into a kind of thumb in seawall of copious beauty term squirm haunted bathing in…
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Madness Fly Pillar and Pie/Body H8
Read More: Madness Fly Pillar and Pie/Body H8Not getting anywhere. Thinking about it. Thinking about it. Thoughts about death intrude. Thoughts about death always intrude. Fictioning with Meta. This piece is meant to be sketchy. A conversation between unnameable clowns in fond pursuit of meaning and its invention from death to madness. V3 Even baby sicky. Poor thing. You poor thing. Eyes…
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Viral and Spiral/Body H8
Read More: Viral and Spiral/Body H8Haute le Couer The splendor and the burn. Dogs at night. Barking at the unknown. The ticklish and fragile, belly up and burning blue. Holy scares, holy reckonings, holy scars. The ravages of grace, its giddy violent perfumes. Holly go holy. Go go go – Sweet infernal yoyo. Some – more – guess board of…
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Dead Pie Flies Again/Body H8
Read More: Dead Pie Flies Again/Body H8Beginning 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…
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Dead Lucky/Body H8
Read More: Dead Lucky/Body H88 Characters so far… Christa thinks time is timeless. Every moment hangs like an empty chair on a wall, ready to fall with fate. Precipice and what’s left, empty and dangling. Beauty peers out at her, a devious acquaintance. What she sees of herself, fascinates, as miracle and casualty she drinks in it. Drowns in…
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Heavenly Hybrids/Novella
Read More: Heavenly Hybrids/NovellaParis Catacombs Standing online outside entry into Paris Catacombs. LuLu along with 25 others. LuLu, going forth to bandy up against habitus of the dead. To make a good ripe skulk of it. To relieve the obliquity of love, and its whirling jagged abyss. That the dead had a distance (from life and love) to…
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Sub Swoons sample/Novella
Read More: Sub Swoons sample/NovellaSample WIP from Novella, am presently working on, called Subliterate Swoons and A Side of Dead. Dizzying With No Brakes LuLu LeSuere. Taunts epiphany with bids for transfiguration. To pull her out of the carkness of darkness. Gloom exhumes. Darkness shines, becomes visible. Hears itself tearing itself open and unlimiting. Shadows pattering bang bang bang…
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young cal just starting/Body H8
Read More: young cal just starting/Body H8A young ferocious Cal with painted cheeks. at full run round around the basement, a rod in hand that swears on mark forever more to die in battle. Death his only partner – a grave but brutal friend. With naked eye a warrior defies in search of love and loss and lies bound to beauty,…
Some Titles from Poetry am working on
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Em Braces a Vacuum
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No You Didnt
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Blimey
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Skipped to A Loo
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Do It Your Way
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Slides That Ride Asunder for Righteous or Riotous Plunder
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Feu de Joie
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Not to Deny It
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C’est La Fucking Vie
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Easy to Win ?
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A Perfusion of Urn
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Fall and All
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Edges and Holes
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St. Valentines J Unk Mail
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DO BEGET
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Seeing Pink 🥃
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Mortars of Coffee
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Princess of Pipi V3
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Rocket Theme Minuets
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Thermus Aquaticus
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Mobius Meeks
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18 Repeat Answer
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Everything & Silence
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26 Rabies and Balm Balms
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Thousand Days of the Dead
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No Make Ends Meet
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Air to Airing
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15 Eau de Perfum
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14 Endless Fucking Off V1
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13 A Purple Matter — revising, good stuff here, needs to be condensed.
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12 Snowflake Filling Cracks
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11 For your amusement
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10 With Marker Will Blend V1.2
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09 Infinite and Less v1.5
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Trace Hydronic Epi Sonics
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Em Bezzelers
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Married to Shelley
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Sweet Charity 1
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The balm in betweens
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05 Calm Balm Psalm V2
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Portuguese Tease
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Vox Angelica
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Norwegian Woody
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Boudin Noir
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Speak Not Its Name
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Head on Bowl
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Leaves Open to Question
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Shades of 44th Street
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Nuestra Señora de Atocha
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st. george
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To No Thing and Every Thing
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Peaches
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Patches or Matches
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Vampire’s Char Le Main 🥃
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Niagara Falls ✅
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Churched on the absurd
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06 Bad Mitten
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Swill Bot of Days 🥃
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performance for picture
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Jar and Feather
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blipping at zorro
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Hydroid the Void ✅
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Try before you buy
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GM loves GP
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Visibility Collapse
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Terminal Determinator
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Written in a Country Churchyard
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Honey Chopped ✅
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Gloria Duex
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Blade of Either Or ✅
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In An Anonymous Nutshell
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Raids of Grain
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Peeps
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This Schwinn For Hire V3
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Deadfall Metaphors 🥃
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Softly Press Here
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Möbius Morbid Muff and Stuff
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Dreaming in x’s
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Libanomancy
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Byrons lemming stops at brink to have a think ✅
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Un Less
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del sagrado corozon
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Basing on Blake ✅
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Hand of Flood
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paroles la mer
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The Royal Hospital
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My country is a slave to death
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Ransacking Humptiness
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Ensalivé
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Will Ye Nill Ye
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Cat Among the Ruins ✅
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suspiral vent
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Whats under your hood
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Sweet Heresies of Love
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Beauty that burns ✅
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combust with dust ✅
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Wad Squad
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epi de fleur
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Dis Array Way
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Rape of the Crock
To write, to rhyme, to play up against language, be driven to push the envy lope with unctions of secret sorrows,rushing loose like a flaming noose. Enlist the sublime. Tender and divine.
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