photography
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Clump Spirit
My father loved his practical cadillac most at eleven every night for centuries with unwavering hope of surviving life’s fad diet brushed his teeth and exploded maybe with ambiguity maybe tala madani’s cumshot number one shaped like christ’s apostles or john lurie is gunna make it though this year of joy divorced from our investors…
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Crazy Glue Buddha
Erroneous translation what did he mean crazy white boy maxima glued cherry wood buddha to forehead genitive of he.
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‘Antiquity Calling’ by Elaine Equi
Looking at Mapplethorpe’s Polaroids, I learn that heliked shoes and armpit crotch-shots of men and women,both shaved and un’—all giving a good whiff to the camera.But best of all are his pictures of ordinary phoneswhich convey a palpable sense of expectancy as ifat any moment, one of the fabulous, laconic nude menstrewn about might call.…
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Callejón de Nubes
No thinking about the holes in teeth confused in cloud alley but elegant not selling elegance but true put the phone down elegance you ballet of proper verb forms then say ballet until her enjambment snaps off in her right hand the regional manager says put identity up there on the shelf beside the open…
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Niche Poem
There i go volunteering i should have joined the army punish me self inflicted i cannot be caged pain sickness i cannot be controlled over used understand this as you die way over used ever pathetic here i stay ever fools hey time to time go for the eyes it must be what you put…
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Poem After Frank O’Hara
Click me to see the millennia’s most compelling afraid what do you need firefox island rejoice in the pocket watch of nine hundred exhibits i deeply appreciate filling the gaps o herr doktor heinrich goetz of denton texas frank castle o’hara who wore it best you did.
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Environmental Poem
Earth less one sloppy prandial on that we clouds agree pleasant as frying eggs pierce deep in the sun stunting up on god o such gentle affect rains down on sissy show something great men misheard lies among the once stroppy prandial on that all clods agree.
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