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Oct 2014
all electric light and LED
but i cant find what i need
which is a candle
not a candle in the coup
full cold moonlight oracle
full eclipse crush coming on
oil seeps out of the pores
memories of excorcising the demon from last night
expelling the old self
the devoured and eaten sun god
has been digested and transmuted
into right now juice
decimilate

falsified statues of US
singularity
invoking the founding fathers in Pennsylvania wilderness with a pen and paper and where the hell is the candle?
we have not walked down these roads before.
parents are not pieces of furniture
and after all the fear we found that we have been behaving ourselves after all
the call of surrender
the cough in the morning
the call of the animal
i
Adam Struble
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Adam Struble  34/M/Portland, OR
(34/M/Portland, OR)   
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     Sjr1000, ---, irinia, --- and Adam Struble
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