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What glamour could possibly be gained from this untrusion hiphiphappy happy happy days all the live long [(sk-ii-p-ii-ng---sk-ii-p-ii-ng)] she should've shifted shape and shelter _________________________ now I lurk, thick-in-the-murk underneath - a witches brew of acrid broth quicksand | quicksilver dwelling under porches (lucid) dreaming tapping out thoughts with a six letter alphabet we gather in the quarries: VIOLET*MASS underneath the newly linen husk of vapor underneath the ethereal 0eye0 counterclockwisemarching --- total separation ---*--- At first, it was my grandmother's embrace that shattered the veil. It was July and the tulips were in bloom; red and yellow     - like bold comic panel fire. She had picked me up from the tilled garden ground and placed the     okra seeds in my hand to plant all on my own. It was before the yard was fenced in, and before her mind was cloudy.     Before the alley was paved, and before the preacher was replaced. In those days, I could escape under a blanket and afternoons     were a thing to be reckoned in the eyeseyes of a lie she saidin the neyeght kindlingsprinwintefalummer when christmas when birthdawndaynoondusknight iiwithwhatwhichii crippled finger when the time is slower and the eyeseyesiiis are right and the skeye is wheyete with the sclera of 'SCYLLA'  that hangs ever still in looming presence for iiii am the all-maker the breaker of thine ****** tonguu003....             NO REACH FAULT crumbllllllllllllllllllllll 000000 lllllllllllllllllllllllll                                         000000                                           000000                                             000000                                               000000                                                 000000 *--undo 0 6 1 6 00:.,-.. .-undue:: .:- momma=bogmama=mulch=lather kruksog ..-.:******* ..: -.: .-:-.: *--: 63 72 75 63 69 66 79 20 74 68 65 20 77 65 61 6b 20 73 61 69 6e 74 - marchingmarchingmarchingmarching esiwkcolcretnuoc chant the wave abackISAY with vestigia((nge((l wings and stoke the fla(mes)merize with-or-out gallant spree THOTHTHETHOUGHTTHINKER THOTHTHETHINKEROFTHOUGHT HERMETIC HERMESOCYLCONE we sprinkle the drops of cymbal tonic downward in the pattern so elegant so rooted upon )we( the ones who kept the secret in our teeth that was told to mercurio and passed on to ego sheltered by cernunnos//squandered by that ******* G/O//A/T¡** to mark the coming of that with nine heads that with eighteen horns for eighteen years that with eighteen eyes for BABYLON'S HAGGARD **** that with fivehundredfortyteethththth spit powder faith upon the squelching pest let him see him let me son I am the strongest of the creatures - - - cellar door dribbledribble-- no more are words beautiful- - - ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT THATDOGWITHNOLEG THATDOGWITHCRUSTYEYES DONOTLETTHEDOGOUTJOHNNYSOHELPMEGOD DONOTLETTHEDOGOUTJOHNNYSOHELPMEGOD DONOTLETTHEGODOUTJOHNNYMYSONSOHELPMEDOG DONOTLETTHEDOGOUTJOHNNYMYSONMYONLYSONWHOIKNOWSTILLLOVESMESOHELPMEGOD THATDOGTELLSYOUTHINGSABOUTMEIKNOWIT THATDOGTELLSYOUIMAWHOREANDYOUKNOWTHATSNOTTRUE - - - ; UNDO_ =_oor _____ ________ ___________ _____________ ----------------------_ _________________ underneath I lurk, thickinthemuck there''''''s bed for you bed of you bed of goo bed w(h)eredog lay licked clean god in statue no speak not to me maybe to the tip-toe man but not me knot anymhore - - - - - - They told me I must go back to them, but I could see you later. I saved the paper, the one you gave me. They told me I could see you later. They told me. Dog told me. Bless us. Ysgramor.          |          |          |          |          |          | ------------------- | r| o| o|t|s| underneath and I am sleeping dreaming feeding god
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
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What glamour could possibly be gained from this untrusion hiphiphappy happy happy days all the live long [(sk-ii-p-ii-ng---sk-ii-p-ii-ng)] she should've shifted shape and shelter _________________________ now I lurk, thick-in-the-murk underneath - a witches brew of acrid broth quicksand | quicksilver dwelling under porches (lucid) dreaming tapping out thoughts with a six letter alphabet we gather in the quarries: VIOLET*MASS underneath the newly linen husk of vapor underneath the ethereal 0eye0 counterclockwisemarching --- total separation ---*--- At first, it was my grandmother's embrace that shattered the veil. It was July and the tulips were in bloom; red and yellow     - like bold comic panel fire. She had picked me up from the tilled garden ground and placed the     okra seeds in my hand to plant all on my own. It was before the yard was fenced in, and before her mind was cloudy.     Before the alley was paved, and before the preacher was replaced. In those days, I could escape under a blanket and afternoons     were a thing to be reckoned in the eyeseyes of a lie she saidin the neyeght kindlingsprinwintefalummer when christmas when birthdawndaynoondusknight iiwithwhatwhichii crippled finger when the time is slower and the eyeseyesiiis are right and the skeye is wheyete with the sclera of 'SCYLLA'  that hangs ever still in looming presence for iiii am the all-maker the breaker of thine ****** tonguu003....             NO REACH FAULT crumbllllllllllllllllllllll 000000 lllllllllllllllllllllllll                                         000000                                           000000                                             000000                                               000000                                                 000000 *--undo 0 6 1 6 00:.,-.. .-undue:: .:- momma=bogmama=mulch=lather kruksog ..-.:******* ..: -.: .-:-.: *--: 63 72 75 63 69 66 79 20 74 68 65 20 77 65 61 6b 20 73 61 69 6e 74 - marchingmarchingmarchingmarching esiwkcolcretnuoc chant the wave abackISAY with vestigia((nge((l wings and stoke the fla(mes)merize with-or-out gallant spree THOTHTHETHOUGHTTHINKER THOTHTHETHINKEROFTHOUGHT HERMETIC HERMESOCYLCONE we sprinkle the drops of cymbal tonic downward in the pattern so elegant so rooted upon )we( the ones who kept the secret in our teeth that was told to mercurio and passed on to ego sheltered by cernunnos//squandered by that ******* G/O//A/T¡** to mark the coming of that with nine heads that with eighteen horns for eighteen years that with eighteen eyes for BABYLON'S HAGGARD **** that with fivehundredfortyteethththth spit powder faith upon the squelching pest let him see him let me son I am the strongest of the creatures - - - cellar door dribbledribble-- no more are words beautiful- - - ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ ++++++ DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT DONOTLETTHEDOGOUT THATDOGWITHNOLEG THATDOGWITHCRUSTYEYES DONOTLETTHEDOGOUTJOHNNYSOHELPMEGOD DONOTLETTHEDOGOUTJOHNNYSOHELPMEGOD DONOTLETTHEGODOUTJOHNNYMYSONSOHELPMEDOG DONOTLETTHEDOGOUTJOHNNYMYSONMYONLYSONWHOIKNOWSTILLLOVESMESOHELPMEGOD THATDOGTELLSYOUTHINGSABOUTMEIKNOWIT THATDOGTELLSYOUIMAWHOREANDYOUKNOWTHATSNOTTRUE - - - ; UNDO_ =_oor _____ ________ ___________ _____________ ----------------------_ _________________ underneath I lurk, thickinthemuck there''''''s bed for you bed of you bed of goo bed w(h)eredog lay licked clean god in statue no speak not to me maybe to the tip-toe man but not me knot anymhore - - - - - - They told me I must go back to them, but I could see you later. I saved the paper, the one you gave me. They told me I could see you later. They told me. Dog told me. Bless us. Ysgramor.          |          |          |          |          |          | ------------------- | r| o| o|t|s| underneath and I am sleeping dreaming feeding god
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Jan 10, 2015
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