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There is a cat at my window I am still ragdoll in its flooded mouth arsonist in one sulfur eye night in a silhouette shadow without philosophy syllable of jungle chill be it alms seeker spy or courier or smoke as a pirouette all icicle and satin black iris I see blood beating its binary pulsating lodestone hanging from its ley line like the lamp of an angler when the sun is furthermost and all gods are unbeknown I am still still the cat sits at my window sill
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Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 4:58 PM UTC
Lucifer Sam
There is a cat at my window I am still ragdoll in its flooded mouth arsonist in one sulfur eye night in a silhouette shadow without philosophy syllable of jungle chill be it alms seeker spy or courier or smoke as a pirouette all icicle and satin black iris I see blood beating its binary pulsating lodestone hanging from its ley line like the lamp of an angler when the sun is furthermost and all gods are unbeknown I am still still the cat sits at my window sill
Inspired by Syd Barret
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Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 4:58 PM UTC
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