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20% off all print books at Lulu today with coupon code of LULU20 / from [shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner] ~ [untitled] hell is a book. she reads it in a room that’s alive. attic or no, I want to miss my father. ~ [untitled] she reaches into the same hat for the rabbit he’s made disappear. I sleep and the dark takes me for the bone lightning straightens. ~ [entries for giants] not a thing born nor a thing howled at no you are not again these things the baby it continues to purple itself where it can it crawls, but is mostly stunned by its own vocabulary the dog has the tongue of a cat this is new ~ [the exact] father became the man his possession foreshadowed. mom had a purse full of spoons. brother bathed any form quiet enough to make the kitchen sink. I began to believe. I began to hear in the rock the thorn it spoke for. over the nest of a bird, the nothing to eat. ~ / from [MOON tattoo] ~ [catastrophe] I am differently afraid of each cigarette - thematically, father hopes to operate on a clown - compared to his my hunger is having a flashback - wheelchair, oh to its dog door bliss ~ [moon tattoo] birth, or god’s way of erasing our memory… this more than you will hurt my neighbor’s doll
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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20% off all print books at Lulu today with coupon code of LULU20 / from [shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner] ~ [untitled] hell is a book. she reads it in a room that’s alive. attic or no, I want to miss my father. ~ [untitled] she reaches into the same hat for the rabbit he’s made disappear. I sleep and the dark takes me for the bone lightning straightens. ~ [entries for giants] not a thing born nor a thing howled at no you are not again these things the baby it continues to purple itself where it can it crawls, but is mostly stunned by its own vocabulary the dog has the tongue of a cat this is new ~ [the exact] father became the man his possession foreshadowed. mom had a purse full of spoons. brother bathed any form quiet enough to make the kitchen sink. I began to believe. I began to hear in the rock the thorn it spoke for. over the nest of a bird, the nothing to eat. ~ / from [MOON tattoo] ~ [catastrophe] I am differently afraid of each cigarette - thematically, father hopes to operate on a clown - compared to his my hunger is having a flashback - wheelchair, oh to its dog door bliss ~ [moon tattoo] birth, or god’s way of erasing our memory… this more than you will hurt my neighbor’s doll
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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