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>shitsong #1
> big money men slip off their coats can’t risk it: tails all dangling, pressure too severe perfumed water — or worse — poking up along the pinstripes professionalism jeopardized, this objective brown wad of cash.
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>"When the Time Comes to Loosen Up Yr Grip, You Will Know" — 03122011
> Purely a failurethe binary scraping sound steel splinters bite the palmveins purpling, flush withpushing against what?what failure? Plane across which this objectthis pushed thing travels, withno levity over timeimperceptibly lifteddropped. against the earththe not perceivingthe failure; not the pain, the hungerfor pain, what failure? It doesn’t end well, though it endsprecisely as scripted —…
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>decomposed haiku for the wind & my love, my one true ring
> licks of light, fadingflicker & so a familiar strumecho voices itself, unsure academy, cani write this song) ? (was my point —the only light flickering in the soundwind rattling window panesthe whole of what i’ve learned fits into a night, might, so easily delight.
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>improv for one last can of sigh
> teeth fall from a seasick mouthblood soaks the Pittman’s Rulespreading like a droughtabandons every hollow ireminds the abandoned why he trieslast flickering hope within him dies the words, all lost from island viewon the eternal wave he thought was you.