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observe ---- it hangs from one single thread -- which in turn hangs from a further thread -- itself dangling from the worn pincers of an old fool recluse inside his comfy house of laughs inside a room where four taciturn gods stand mute inanimate still solemn blank -- one of which tilts its wilted head -- and with eyes absent up inside his thinking thoughts he sheds warm pools of dark stills -- unspeakable pictures spilled -- onto a being stuck inside an existence that has become fully acknowledged as such threadbare despair despairing still   and still it remains the simple bloom tumult that wills and will
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
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observe ---- it hangs from one single thread -- which in turn hangs from a further thread -- itself dangling from the worn pincers of an old fool recluse inside his comfy house of laughs inside a room where four taciturn gods stand mute inanimate still solemn blank -- one of which tilts its wilted head -- and with eyes absent up inside his thinking thoughts he sheds warm pools of dark stills -- unspeakable pictures spilled -- onto a being stuck inside an existence that has become fully acknowledged as such threadbare despair despairing still   and still it remains the simple bloom tumult that wills and will
mike-dm
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
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