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Silhouettes of birds following the fishermen: a killer squadron.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
Silhouettes of birds
What, somewhere, a colleague needs in order not to get stuck in dilemmas asked or noticed by another, the big heart that nourishes us in the symbiosis of man and earth the cooperation of companies in the world, arranges - our Ubuntu, focused on our survival and a good life for our grandchildren without piracy and colonialism - the big heart that is assisted by the Social Directorate
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC
Corporate Body
Sarcophagus earth eats the flesh, the bones remain -- and airy shadows.
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 2:26 AM UTC
[ Sarcophagus earth ]
Suddenly it's gone: no more house, just a mountain -- of mosquitoes there.
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Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 3:44 AM UTC
[ Suddenly it's gone ]
I'm one with the earth, termites mate and start digging -- their cities in me.
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Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 3:37 AM UTC
[ I'm one with the earth ]
The torch shining in the cesspit, on the masses -- of rising maggots.
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Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
[ The torch shining in ]
The sky is blue and cold today as if the atmosphere is thinner and I can sense the void under which the houses are small and low, meaningless fleeting and interchangeable The old timber factory seems to be leaking On the right side of the base smoke rises from the building as if a reversed draught through the black chimney hole absorbs, from distant stars, seas of gigawatts of power for the city
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Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
Mesocosmos
One horizon all round the green sea, here and there -- a cow sailing by.
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Jan 17, 2023
Jan 17, 2023 at 2:27 AM UTC
[ One horizon all ]
Sweetheart, the earth is getting cold we have to do something take ourselves by the hand The guides walk away in different directions guided by the wishes of their followers, that's how it always goes, whatever you think of it If only there were guardian angels with power, not the writers who meet in this café no, a Guardian Council for presidents and scholars who want to unload graphite powder on the north pole, throw atomic bombs upon it, or build a dam in the Bering Strait, with pumps on peaceful nuclear energy finishing the job Yet... all of us, we must do it ourselves, guard each other with wings of compassion and reason
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:39 AM UTC
The Guardian Angel Café