January 2009
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Litter-ary
Hello classic Hello run down Hello paper Hello shame Where are the tiny minuscule inched soldier? Where is the little dancing hopper? And where is the pitiful noise machine called train? Redundancy vibrant in colored hot pink Jargon is like the whisky spirit in my mouth Random is the letter A and the number 1 Over used metaphors and ironies they make fake it but its the same ...
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Struck
Guissepe is the purple puppet, living in this morning island. Dancing through the ill melodies of a sonata, invisible piano. He breaks a string, leg lost. Maim purple puppet, smiles more. Cares not of limbs broken. Cares not of faulty spinning. Guiseppe, he gives more smiles. A violin plays a Carmen. And slowly he breaks all strings and fall freely forever.