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A collection of donkeys Reviewing the depth and girth of light In a circular channel of platinum white While the Cold War's puppet master smiles What is in the creases of the temple? Built upon the Aztec temptress's armpit Discovered by the Spanish butcher And burnt by the pale ghost Japanese pilots land upon Upon, upon A lake of black tar A lake of black tears A lake of black tar A lake of black tears And question the times. He asked me why my hair was soft I severed my ear and lent it The pianist, unsurprised, played on With a pyrrhic victory among black and white Plagiarism runs amok It is my good friend, the light in the dark The lightning coiling around my mind A brilliant idea strikes the gutter Japanese pilots land upon Upon, upon A lake of black tar A lake of black tears A lake of black tar A lake of black tears And question the times. What's your answer? Among the darkened rain clouds? What's your answer? Among ****** handles? What's your answer? Among the trumpets and horns? What's your answer? To the performance of a life? Sing no more! Silence! This is my noblest music! The buzzing of nothing!
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
The Dogs of Cambodia
A collection of donkeys Reviewing the depth and girth of light In a circular channel of platinum white While the Cold War's puppet master smiles What is in the creases of the temple? Built upon the Aztec temptress's armpit Discovered by the Spanish butcher And burnt by the pale ghost Japanese pilots land upon Upon, upon A lake of black tar A lake of black tears A lake of black tar A lake of black tears And question the times. He asked me why my hair was soft I severed my ear and lent it The pianist, unsurprised, played on With a pyrrhic victory among black and white Plagiarism runs amok It is my good friend, the light in the dark The lightning coiling around my mind A brilliant idea strikes the gutter Japanese pilots land upon Upon, upon A lake of black tar A lake of black tears A lake of black tar A lake of black tears And question the times. What's your answer? Among the darkened rain clouds? What's your answer? Among ****** handles? What's your answer? Among the trumpets and horns? What's your answer? To the performance of a life? Sing no more! Silence! This is my noblest music! The buzzing of nothing!
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oculiquetzal
24/F
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
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