June 2007
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The Plight of the Social Dodo
Aboil in a kettle on the Isle of Maurice hollow bones crackle and flesh loses purchase prepared for the maw of knowledge unloved a dread hunt to cleave, fowl shot for to broil so restless and staring, their dull eyes unset their grasping hands muddied and bent to the task To be kings in the last times, to orate for hell and rule in the subways, with minds like turnstiles till posts on the rails...
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Groan-ups
Ever correct in perplexing views an exchange below in gray, floor-less rooms and glance down so quiet to four-fold horror’s crux as their grips exhausting revolving blades pull to serrate their lives and adorn a husk to free from the jargon like dead fireflies and Intrigue unbound sub rosa goes bounding to grasses in deserts to water from...