a sprightly thought!

we are all hiding behind rocks now.

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Then she grew tired of this, She tipped the pan over and a dozen fish flopped out onto the shore. The children’s game and the banker’s game, she picked up those silver things, one at a time, and put them back in the pan. There was still a little water in it. The fish liked this. You could tell.

When she got tired of the… fish, we put them back in the lake, and they were all quite alive, but nervous. I doubt if they will ever want vanilla pudding again.
Brautigan

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The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down into the street,  pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger,  into the crowd.

                                            -Andre Breton, Second Manifesto of Surrealism

The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down into the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd.

                                            -Andre Breton, Second Manifesto of Surrealism

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make me feel it then!
i am not a tawdry penny, but i sure as hell feel like one.

make me feel it then!

i am not a tawdry penny, but i sure as hell feel like one.

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come along, fool

why can’t we see our fortunancy
living as legends have lived
bane and dismannered
we coax all the time
knowing that nothing is left when we die.

come along, fool.
a direct hit of the senses, you are disconnected
it’s not that it’s bad, it’s not that it’s death
it’s just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you’re so silent.

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Rhythmic Sequence 4
-Roger Kemp

on another note: i am  claptrap, balderdash,  blarney, hogwash, moonshine, jive, eyewash, poppycock, malarkey,  codswallop, flapdoodle, hot air - nonsense.

Rhythmic Sequence 4

-Roger Kemp

on another note: i am claptrap, balderdash, blarney, hogwash, moonshine, jive, eyewash, poppycock, malarkey, codswallop, flapdoodle, hot air - nonsense.

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in the gas her eyes are imagined
and what she sees cannot be detected
over my head. pere ubu.
in the gas her eyes are imagined
and what she sees cannot be detected

over my head. pere ubu.