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3d
with no sleep i want to chop
people up into little pieces & set
them on fire for warmth 'neath
december's skyfall of snow.

e e cummings & eckart tolle make me tired at last,

but i have work and holiday cheer to spread around , somehow.

    *still, 175days without
i think this is what lonely insomnia must sound like
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   Rick
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