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the kindergarden down the road                                          had a revolt             and the children insisted on self directing story-time    two thirds in      the hero abandoned their quest,    turned into a bubble    and evaporated        the adults insisted a story needs a proper conclusion                                                 but they knew better walk by     light in the distance bares at me is it moving? ... no       it's not. ah-   it's gone now ...   no     there it is again there     gone there     gone a silence becoming and a silent vacating unnerving  comfort     the skateboarders down the road          chiseled all the letters out of the road signs     till all the tourists were helplessly lost           / excuse me,           / sorry,           / what way to the lookout?               \ you're already at it               \ just keep going a wail    oscillating bares at me a bird or a car siren? too organic for a machine too regular for life … never mind head home   the church groups down the road                           formed an action committee,                                                             after the flood                        even had some humanitarian in                                                                to give a slide show      but the software was updating                         so we ended up watching the loading bar instead               while the kids played in the puddles outside     the asphalt damp is borne to me figures keep passing through unformed spaces with unfathomable ease   alacrity fragments pop glitter      valley sparks          of disheveled winter pass by tumble down through grassy banks   to the vermillion ocean caulk the lungs and drift
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
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the kindergarden down the road                                          had a revolt             and the children insisted on self directing story-time    two thirds in      the hero abandoned their quest,    turned into a bubble    and evaporated        the adults insisted a story needs a proper conclusion                                                 but they knew better walk by     light in the distance bares at me is it moving? ... no       it's not. ah-   it's gone now ...   no     there it is again there     gone there     gone a silence becoming and a silent vacating unnerving  comfort     the skateboarders down the road          chiseled all the letters out of the road signs     till all the tourists were helplessly lost           / excuse me,           / sorry,           / what way to the lookout?               \ you're already at it               \ just keep going a wail    oscillating bares at me a bird or a car siren? too organic for a machine too regular for life … never mind head home   the church groups down the road                           formed an action committee,                                                             after the flood                        even had some humanitarian in                                                                to give a slide show      but the software was updating                         so we ended up watching the loading bar instead               while the kids played in the puddles outside     the asphalt damp is borne to me figures keep passing through unformed spaces with unfathomable ease   alacrity fragments pop glitter      valley sparks          of disheveled winter pass by tumble down through grassy banks   to the vermillion ocean caulk the lungs and drift
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
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