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color camera filter gel it's a black tower at tintagel turns me every shade of dead when i'm made to lay in bed last night i fought so violently, the neighbors left a note for me-- "*the walls are thin here; from above we could hear you two make love.*" born too early, slept too late, crows flocked to their dinner plate, and i studied aristophanes amidst a shrill cacophony. wet and wind in winter's maw i opened wide, but tigers' claw caught a vain and made it sing-- heaven hurting, heaven sting a vessel filling up with sand, myth and man with mountain hands; sipping from a fiery flagon, how i began Year of the Dragon.
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Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
Year of the Dragon
color camera filter gel it's a black tower at tintagel turns me every shade of dead when i'm made to lay in bed last night i fought so violently, the neighbors left a note for me-- "*the walls are thin here; from above we could hear you two make love.*" born too early, slept too late, crows flocked to their dinner plate, and i studied aristophanes amidst a shrill cacophony. wet and wind in winter's maw i opened wide, but tigers' claw caught a vain and made it sing-- heaven hurting, heaven sting a vessel filling up with sand, myth and man with mountain hands; sipping from a fiery flagon, how i began Year of the Dragon.
"Hunger knows no friend but its feeder."                                           -Aristophanes
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Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
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