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.Once I was taken Panting and gasping, Limbs tangled Hair neither up nor Down By poems. They grew like a fungus Like a dry sponge getting wet. Slowly, then suddenly. It was not like sex. No one was there, let alone a stranger. Ants crawled, arks sailed, explosives exploded. It came through me like a river comes: starting nowhere, rushing to an ocean,.
a big fucking empty ocean with salt krill and sightless creatures eating eating eaten &nbs
by ~sevapaseo
The MountainI’ll buy the mountain and learn it complete. I’ll climb the mountain, machete in hand, bury dead creatures in loam and the peat dump rocks and pave it and coat it with sand.The Mountain
I’ll start a tea shop on the mountain’s peak, dump stillborn smog plumes down its steep incline, release munching hares to go out and wreak havoc and mayhem and bitter decline.
I’ll romance the mountain, bury its dead, sprint up its face and collapse at the top, rip up its oaks and plant windmills instead, smother its haunches with parasite crops.
And when
by ~sevapaseo
JackEverything you have heard is true.Jack
The trash piles up beside the futon,
the lumps in the pillows, the airless
pockets -where air is not, a hand hits the mattress
where you are not, filled with expectation.
Outside the sad dog chews his leash.
Outside the sun sleeps confidently.
by ~sevapaseo
DogsTo save dogs they must take their sex. Dogs are panting running barking shitting and have toys,Dogs
and puppies, problems.
Someone has to execute all that! Dogs have veins, too. When a dog is frightened, its tail thumps. It will cringe,
grin, crawl on its belly humpbacked, foolish and sorry making friends with the sweating, swearing tech.
When their eyes shut off like a computer, it makes a small sound, like the Doppler effect-
a sound moving toward us, or away.
by ~sevapaseo
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- Current Residence: Far away!
- Interests: Grammar, ego
- Favourite movie: pan's labyrinth
- Favourite genre of music: Bluegrass/ blues during the Prohibition era
- Favourite artist: Ink artists of all kinds.
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Sexton, Kazuo Ishiguro, Plath, her wayward husband what's-his-name, anyone who resists fre
- Favourite photographer: All of them, shame on me.
- Favourite style of art: whatever it is that 'disintegration does
- Shell of choice: sea
- Skin of choice: mine?
- Favourite game: That song by The Cardigans
- Personal Quote: "Hello."
- Tools of the Trade: Tempered enthusiasm and the dissolution of ego, and sincere love of poetry
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"Qu'est-ce que notre vie ? un mensonge frivole
Qui sous ombre du vrai nous vient à décevoir,
Un songe qui n'a plus ni force ni pouvoir
Lorsque l'oeil au réveil sa paupière décolle."
J'ai du sang baroque jusque dans mon coeur.
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If you light a man a fire, you will keep him warm for a while. If you SET a man afire, you will keep him warm for the rest of his life.
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