they came in peace, friends
bearing power, religion's
rotten gift: Order.
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Gila
roadcut raw vivisect loam 'bove dry, crumbling clay — orange spotted like a berry bush beautiful, compact gila monster stout, grey y...
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we wish we were a sand dune a great beast of tiny rocks pre-eroded in the wind and sun. we would make our way — millimeter by neverending mi...
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Infinities like tentacles reach out from gaping maw 'gainst eardrum beats of oil and air the polyspheric friction roars the gasp of vert...
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we'd stab out our eyes with a hatpin, dear we'd violently cauterize our nose we'd puncture our eardrums with nails, love, to si...
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