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defiance
weed
red and gold
grandma
the written word
a breath obscure
(I need my fragments
I need to feel a steady base
I need to feel my shatter and ruin)
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attempt to revivify childhood:
laughter in tumbling torrents
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THE MOUTH OF THE BEAST
\The teeth clash with sharp lightning white unmercifully against any background but fade...
The taste should seem musty, but raging pheromones release a godly sweat. The texture is like a fire fur coat. The smell- full and sumptuous. It bristles. cat tails in a steady breeze/
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~"Rational thinking looks down on the unknown as a mere lack of knowledge; its image is an empty and passive head. Such an image does not do justice to the experience of the NIGHT. A more faithful image is a burning bush, or even better, A HEAD STRUCK BY LIGHTNING, ABLAZE, WITH EYES DAZZLED AND VACANT, MOUTH HOWLING, STAMMERING, OR BARELY BREATHING, BUT SOMEHOW STILL ALIVE."~
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