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Gazing south at the myriad of cars,             revving, coasting, braking The perpetual loop of the 501, the two-door garage on a 4-year lease, built by the hands of blue collars....      People about their day,                  sullen, callous, laggard      The parking enforcer who thinks he is the lion of the left lane,      the little man from Hollywood,      (the newspaper really said he had died!)....           With this dismal landscape as its first worldview,           spring life burst from kinder pods           A stretch of petals unfurled a           spectrum of sanguine embers in           scarves of forest green that           smiled and waved hello to the           languid concrete world below....
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
A Microcosm of Flevoland in the Spring
Gazing south at the myriad of cars,             revving, coasting, braking The perpetual loop of the 501, the two-door garage on a 4-year lease, built by the hands of blue collars....      People about their day,                  sullen, callous, laggard      The parking enforcer who thinks he is the lion of the left lane,      the little man from Hollywood,      (the newspaper really said he had died!)....           With this dismal landscape as its first worldview,           spring life burst from kinder pods           A stretch of petals unfurled a           spectrum of sanguine embers in           scarves of forest green that           smiled and waved hello to the           languid concrete world below....
and I read Jodorowsky is making a comeback! Oh boy! My itchy brain!
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
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