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And she drives us to the valley and I know why I'm going. Many years ago it began in the lighted obscurity of a rubicon behind the tenement in the alley. I remember I was drinking a green beer lemon eating samon fish. Getting inpatient reveling desperation salt of your words prevailing of the dark immortal romance The impending Winter Solstice The New Lords. She has wooden shooes. he remarked, "this is the saddest hand of Dominos i have ever played." She got's us into the freeway. and I heard old mesmerizing Cuban music. Full Moon and earthquakes Volcanos I want to sleep but I can't. i'll eat some Ice cream impeccable timing from coincidence and its irony. The Ninth month |
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Edited by
LAMom
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Sat 11/06/10 07:32 PM
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I am left with chills...
I read your depth three times each time reading at a slower pace,,, Incredible... |
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There's something almost William Burroughsish about it - I like it, but I'd have to spend hours with it to even begin to understand it, I think. Well done.
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it invites you to understand, yet can never... very cool.
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Edited by
LAMom
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Sat 11/06/10 07:46 PM
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it invites you to understand, yet can never... very cool. thats it,, I have read it again,,, Ms Bas,,, |
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