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A cross. A crossroads. The desire to erupt. If the world were red and brown— If. Jarr it open. Resist and grind. The clouds were piped by God. Onto the sky. To forget the tombstones— To remember the tomb. Round it out and fluff. Depress into the ground, fellow bush.
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Mountains in Stone, Marsden Hartley, 1931
It's like moving in slow motion While the city lights Br in the fast lane Cutting me off Cutting me off And then They burn my eyes While they cut me off As I rocked to the top Higher it rose up But I never stop I'll never stop It's all I know And all I've got Long live the hard flop So I'll roll with the punches And see what I've got Way to go Small fry You're in the big leagues now.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
Small Fry
Identical twins Separated at birth? Tadpole and a fry in a pond
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Uncanny resemblance
She laughed like a Furbie With broken voice box Somehow digital and shrill (Low bitrate ***** ) All discreet ones and zeros(um) game I know how to fix her with Aqueous solution seed Fry her circuits like LSD Bring down Skynet With my ****
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
Seed