thermodynamicsquid pro quo.
~SirBobbington
is not economicalNewest
street-lamps are ambidextrouscome;lovers!&Fornicators_we are/all of usstreet-lamps are ambidextrous
by ~SirBobbington
evolve opposable thumbsfrom the abysses of extinction crawled the lightning bugs ;from the incandescent/ectoplasmal residue of our aborted summer_pond/Oceans—in(ex haling)themselves, they evolve!they puff themselves into oblivion with a binary_blue/Catastrophic(bitevolve opposable thumbs
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but you, taking my hand.put my mind to rest ;the lightning bugs will never( evolve opposable thumbs/we are
by ~SirBobbington
because GOD in denialbecause GOD in denial/died twenty_five.thousand days ago the yellow_light.explosion was invented(by who?i.don’t.know,…)because GOD in denial
upon the fringe of 4am_summer.nights it discovers/life !nay (dare.i_say?) DIVINITY.!_it is the god/and all the saints) of the gypsies&all,the Pedophiles(when the bulbs break they ,evolve/they &nb
by ~SirBobbington
cannot make left turnsthe street-lamps, taking root within the earth shed some light upon this;the ghosts cannot make left turns (they exist only in straight lines, invisibly,..) may GOD bless them!/the street-lamps,&stop-lights/they know what it is to be less ) than all alonecannot make left turns
well, time is money is liquid in its own funny little way we can drink it! &
by ~SirBobbington
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Why I Don't Write HaikuThe thing with haiku - you start with this deep message and then run out ofWhy I Don't Write Haiku
by ~lunaiy
by `kris-wilson
love to ghostsstoned to four forty eight, my abdomen clenchedlove to ghosts
after vicious love-making, grimacing at itself beneath my skin.
love to ghosts, i gave, like lightning bugs kissing air, their fires being swallowed by translucent nighttime.
in i waded, inside their bodies, watching my ribs touch backbones as i settled into lungs, inhaling, sucking in their groans.
like watery bruises, they tasted, and when i closed my mouth my heart closed too.
by ~ants-et-octopi
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