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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Hard thin language

Hard thin language, cries
"You dust your electric model.
  You never understood 'Howl'."

Need we end this dazzle?
Die! I know who has the nerve,
Yell, as I sculpt society.

They want a horny bed of empty mouths,
So lets write a wry mean joke,
The key is glorious women's praise,
Right behind a storm.
See the obsessive killer dance,
Insanity can buy you trust.

A new young street balances through life,
Avoid his enormous sibling head.
Our talk can blind a man.
Could I give luscious soft color always?

Make an impression like peace.
We need our sculpture.
Worry. if it did, our mind would paint an opportunity.
If a finger composes, see live rules.

Smoke this fool red.
Hey, your canvas phobia pains me.
See out from a night ritual.


with Pareena Lim, 7/18/06, 22, 23, 24






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