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Post by Bernard Alain on Apr 29, 2010 17:32:59 GMT -5
fantasy and the flu squirming in an office chair trying to smile above the sinus ache a survivor or a trooper perhaps and she said it didn't help the sex at all
and the night a heady mix of sticky bellies bobbing heads and loud calls ringnecks maybe
or maybe just victims of alcho-kinesis the homeless zeal of a lonely bard and his drunken bride-to-[may]be tangling dried out limbs and fresh debris into transitory spaces
maybe love never coos or cums maybe walking on backs isn't about building nests but more about rituals and habits
like this bottle of port (hic) !*---
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Apr 30, 2010 4:19:01 GMT -5
complete poem here me thinks bernard. it breeds art from acute realizm of the usightly operational factors of the human kid and bids them smoothly to musty tired and reactive emotions underpinned by the 'dutch' solution (can not get myself to say dutch courage i this instance.
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Post by leecrowell on Apr 30, 2010 5:00:02 GMT -5
'or maybe just victims of alcho-kinesis the homeless zeal of a lonely bard and his drunken bride-to-[may]be tangling dried out limbs and fresh debris into transitory spaces'
a vivid image for anyone who's paid attention to humans in plight I love this
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