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not one can resist her impulse to drown. It is kind of sexy, the oceans inside her conspiring to sustain the rhapsody. Leaves fall. Every skeptic leaves her side a heretic, more devout for having felt her tug. Leaves fall inside the bishop's head. He cannot sleep. She fucks carp to earn his light, fucks eels and pike. The dogwood blooms. An icecap's as inductive as his thought -- the whole of it awake and bright with worship. | |
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"the loosed hounds coursed inward to the zero" Copyright © 1996 Forward to Of Madness and Moby Grape Back to Maybe Reality Bites, But I'll Take It Path of Least Resistance Cover of Episode 8 Enterzone |
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