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*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.* th- following l-tt-rs hav- b--om- -isabl-- **e c d 3 / ω** on my k-yboar-, h-n- th- hyph-nation. p-rhaps to slow m- -own, or what-v-r r-ason th-r- is to it, -onstru-ting a n-w -nigma? so th- r-ason w-str-n so-i-ty is -xp-ri-n-ing a flux of pr-matur- --m-ntia is --u to population siz- an- th- young on-s b-ing for--- into a -ompl-x worl- of s-rious maths an s-rious -h-mistry: so mu-h th-ory an- th-n only giv-n bor--om among banaliti-s of r-p-at r-p-at - -ompl-x th-ori-s to b- thrown into a worl- of -istill-ri-s whisk-y an- vo-ka typos of form-r -ompl-xiti-s r-quiring p-rfum-s to say th- l-ast... -st-rs: sw--t aromati- -h-mistry. but from th- -r-am worl-: 1. paint s-otlan- with 3 r-- strip-s 2. paint -nglan- with 3 blu- strip-s 3. op-n a win- bottl- with a mat-hsti-k     an- fin- -arth in th- bottl-: mu--y     grit, soil. 4. ov-r h-ar talk of my -at-gorisation     of th- anglo-slav; as a -hat up lin-. o-- thing is... it's only th- lin-       3 / £              E                D                  C t--hnophob- m-, th- oth-r 3 works though... on th- mobil-:                         7 8 9                         4 5 6                         1 2 3.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
fiction in poetry / delusional verse
*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.* th- following l-tt-rs hav- b--om- -isabl-- **e c d 3 / ω** on my k-yboar-, h-n- th- hyph-nation. p-rhaps to slow m- -own, or what-v-r r-ason th-r- is to it, -onstru-ting a n-w -nigma? so th- r-ason w-str-n so-i-ty is -xp-ri-n-ing a flux of pr-matur- --m-ntia is --u to population siz- an- th- young on-s b-ing for--- into a -ompl-x worl- of s-rious maths an s-rious -h-mistry: so mu-h th-ory an- th-n only giv-n bor--om among banaliti-s of r-p-at r-p-at - -ompl-x th-ori-s to b- thrown into a worl- of -istill-ri-s whisk-y an- vo-ka typos of form-r -ompl-xiti-s r-quiring p-rfum-s to say th- l-ast... -st-rs: sw--t aromati- -h-mistry. but from th- -r-am worl-: 1. paint s-otlan- with 3 r-- strip-s 2. paint -nglan- with 3 blu- strip-s 3. op-n a win- bottl- with a mat-hsti-k     an- fin- -arth in th- bottl-: mu--y     grit, soil. 4. ov-r h-ar talk of my -at-gorisation     of th- anglo-slav; as a -hat up lin-. o-- thing is... it's only th- lin-       3 / £              E                D                  C t--hnophob- m-, th- oth-r 3 works though... on th- mobil-:                         7 8 9                         4 5 6                         1 2 3.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
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