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The moon gazes through April’s silver maple. The rushing stream topples old trees; the peaceful father, mother. Earth’s half-in, half-out of the sun’s habitable zone. Powerful with eternity, blinding with intensity. Lazy, happy, mirror, desert. Zazen position, necking in the front seat of Dad’s car. Lazy, happy, mirror, desert. Moderation, persuasion, elections. Way stations, stopgaps, safe havens. Cheap jewelry can be **** stop fixing things with duct tape! Nothing but matter matters, chipmunk, groundhog, skunk. Do not provoke an angry baboon. Why care about the future, the dead don’t live to see it. I’ve come to see if this is true.
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
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The moon gazes through April’s silver maple. The rushing stream topples old trees; the peaceful father, mother. Earth’s half-in, half-out of the sun’s habitable zone. Powerful with eternity, blinding with intensity. Lazy, happy, mirror, desert. Zazen position, necking in the front seat of Dad’s car. Lazy, happy, mirror, desert. Moderation, persuasion, elections. Way stations, stopgaps, safe havens. Cheap jewelry can be **** stop fixing things with duct tape! Nothing but matter matters, chipmunk, groundhog, skunk. Do not provoke an angry baboon. Why care about the future, the dead don’t live to see it. I’ve come to see if this is true.
"Events will still pile up, with or without an identity willing to organize them. --Rachel Cusk
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
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