i cut my foot while running to post a sign delusions fallimpressed by rain
one more slice t the frigidaire of lights
somewhere between the spruce and the springworm lies the atelier of unintended emotions
5. staying away from canadian lawyers who grasp things between thumb and forefinger, a crustacean love gesture.
i feel like i'm on an l s d trip
line 15 could be "the world is in a trance" however that would make it a different poem.
wonderful:like the wall:impregnable good taste.
forcing anything- that is truly horrible however forcing a rhyme out of something truly sublime
insensitive people put their experience between their thumb and forefinger their fingertips are as mute as their consciences.
Robert Bly once said that a man who farts discretely is not a god.
my wife and i do not agree i, of course, see a different coloured filigree
sounds like a valiant attempt at being valiant- could it be that that is self-defeating. do not efface yourself in the background hum. it will get...
the choice is up to you - choose a path, or, make your own.
ah, William Blake, ou est tu?
more stoned poetry: what can ido other than sink to the depths through the flue -flying into despair on, honey encrusted translucently amber air...
who smokes the hookah in Alice in Wonderland?
those are not rationalisations they are extreme toked inspirations
Lieutenant Kije Suite my kind of sense of humo(u)r.
try prokofiev
why?
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