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(R)ECORD: WE A(R)E THE PEOPLE F(R)OGMEN: of the EMPI(R)E OF THE no-SUN Johnny Five's and Suzy's: it's the season                                               to make good use of mutantility.                                               and there’s a troick to it.                                               frseeing stings differently, that is. THE TRoICK is to let the mind know that it is you who will be doing the pondering. -- Thrusher Swainson, Bear Self = Mind hewed Body Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: this is your last chance.                                    after this, there is no swimming tack.                                    you make the blue tail concrete-                                    the adventure's ends are chaste up in your head                                           and you relive                                                   whatever you want                                                                   to relieve.                                     you make the read deadhead abstract-                                     weplay in ninetbeen and i show you                                                 how slow                                                         the rabbid-                                                                    wHole                                                                       flows. REFORM: WRITE FOR BODY
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
The Letter-Ing: in a garden of voids
(R)ECORD: WE A(R)E THE PEOPLE F(R)OGMEN: of the EMPI(R)E OF THE no-SUN Johnny Five's and Suzy's: it's the season                                               to make good use of mutantility.                                               and there’s a troick to it.                                               frseeing stings differently, that is. THE TRoICK is to let the mind know that it is you who will be doing the pondering. -- Thrusher Swainson, Bear Self = Mind hewed Body Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: this is your last chance.                                    after this, there is no swimming tack.                                    you make the blue tail concrete-                                    the adventure's ends are chaste up in your head                                           and you relive                                                   whatever you want                                                                   to relieve.                                     you make the read deadhead abstract-                                     weplay in ninetbeen and i show you                                                 how slow                                                         the rabbid-                                                                    wHole                                                                       flows. REFORM: WRITE FOR BODY
The Letter-Ing: in a garden of voids fortieth or last in a series of poems made of quotes one part to a whole joke its sum has yet to be totaled may be more than its parts subject to change
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Mar 10, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
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