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The little bones of clouds I used to keep; Lethargic Dynamos of odd begotten piccolos... dainty mint of pish and tosh a dandy lark ellipse and farce, surpassing strange. Are you then, a ' withering fiction ' ? an addle carp of Cain's insurrection ! Or a less offensive Icarus who hails from Sweden? You, who sold me the bones of little clouds and kept fair all frost and longing... Hither go, encased in Larceny a prince of deep wish and ill-favored, disjoint Harmonies Soiling Time... Adrift- Our mad Geppetto in waning light But not quite as redeemed. For Hell's Bells have brushed the tips of my wings and I'm off - and aloft And away.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Pandemonium Thinks I'm A God
The little bones of clouds I used to keep; Lethargic Dynamos of odd begotten piccolos... dainty mint of pish and tosh a dandy lark ellipse and farce, surpassing strange. Are you then, a ' withering fiction ' ? an addle carp of Cain's insurrection ! Or a less offensive Icarus who hails from Sweden? You, who sold me the bones of little clouds and kept fair all frost and longing... Hither go, encased in Larceny a prince of deep wish and ill-favored, disjoint Harmonies Soiling Time... Adrift- Our mad Geppetto in waning light But not quite as redeemed. For Hell's Bells have brushed the tips of my wings and I'm off - and aloft And away.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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