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nocturnalist
There like a bolt like a stone amidst a dust beyond deep in shine a pocket w/noon and no shadow a golden fury himself mad speaking loudly and evening with lawlessness into rivulets a feather nobody...
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They
were sitting on the ledge of a building talking about the pursuit of happiness, how every human action is motivated by self-love and trying to reconcile morality with a mechanistic view of a universe,...
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In this globe of mud I only found fables and seas*
*The above expression remains unclear to this date. It is unknown whether the author intended it to be strictly a metaphor or to be taken literally in its full consequences. It has spurred a string of...
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the moment
The lens capturing ache, a spot left to blind around nobody’s serial zipper. Afar while ignorant by her purpose a sigh rehearsed black blink the tune is closing the drumming aperture. Zoom aerially...
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I’m not a nihilist
What happens at city when blank is a building and the corner is brutish and the road ahead pale like something at the end of time see nihilism is a tentative position an aggressive form of modesty...
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arterial aerial
Cleave to that place arterial the vessel no the aerial where fading flight merges with being and life is no longer an only particular thing but interior of great continuity of circulation density...
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19A
A saint is a stain on white monotony aloud he thinks: I am a strange dot among the government of lines; a mystic is a calm slip into abyss all joking aside he says: above the city leaps into tower; a...
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from above
They found a bulge between Amaliegade and Esplanaden and it was in the news and the hearts shook with dread a long sack of skin.like flesh growing from a thin string into an enormous bulk a man stood...
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rockn’roll
I paid and he asks how I’ve been he left a shapeless mass of laughter in the air I’ve had a hangover for days he says: rockn’roll yeah it hurts and the hard Furies strangle each idea with a whip of...
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and the emptiness of
A weak wind being bent as silent structure on the margin of the hours by the beach a walk through the empire of rock after death love sits with legs cold and the storm of the sand every crash is wrath...
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