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The Digits Of Your Hands And Feat
fractalcore

here's another 10 by virtue of the fact that
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i hang loose, dead: free space in
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the disk that sliced my head in
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more ways than infinite.
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my fingers: tomatoes ready for slicing by
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whoever has the bread knife.
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they ask questions like "what's the difference
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between butter and cheese?".
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my point is: i don't know.
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never will...
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written 08/02/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49941/
thanks, OKcomputer.

22 Sep 08

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Were I a genius among
a captain of heathens,

would it be lousy?
would it be crooked?

Give in to the absurdity of the words
"Earwigs who creep in deep"
"Candles in my ears burning"

*footnote*
Mosquitoes shove their knife lips in, through my skin.
 — unknown

you might've written an H in an O
on your [h]airfield, bay-bee-oh --
you keep still so the moschiquito
won't have to drive it in deep-oh
and steal your red greasy oil-ee-oh.
; )
 — fractalcore

both clog up the arteries.
 — raskolniikov

both, rask, yes, among a captain
of lousy moschiquitos walking on
crooked absurdity, words red in
the veins.

creepy and cheesy butterings.
: )
 — fractalcore

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