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BUT each piece, limb parcel, of me, claiming authorship credit, the fingers that type, the left foot upon which we stand, the heart, soul, and the oxygenated blood, diluted with a vodka-like mysterious soulful ether all vociferous claim full credit regardless for the specific IDENTIFYING instigating moment, specific contribution, they each encapsulate and the birthmark, a Noah’s ark-escapee, sign left behind, well, upon my chest, exactly when my guttural growled, complete!  for the very first time Do I care? Not really. Can we live without any ***** specific? Briefly, perhaps, a substitute oft rejected, the jigsaw of my body, it’s animated spirits, just a bunch of noisy, plagiarizing auteurs, egos so big, it’s amazing we can frame them all in into a single slop bucket
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Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC
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BUT each piece, limb parcel, of me, claiming authorship credit, the fingers that type, the left foot upon which we stand, the heart, soul, and the oxygenated blood, diluted with a vodka-like mysterious soulful ether all vociferous claim full credit regardless for the specific IDENTIFYING instigating moment, specific contribution, they each encapsulate and the birthmark, a Noah’s ark-escapee, sign left behind, well, upon my chest, exactly when my guttural growled, complete!  for the very first time Do I care? Not really. Can we live without any ***** specific? Briefly, perhaps, a substitute oft rejected, the jigsaw of my body, it’s animated spirits, just a bunch of noisy, plagiarizing auteurs, egos so big, it’s amazing we can frame them all in into a single slop bucket
Aug 19 2020
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Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC
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