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Ill be back.
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nothing to say, but still groping for words. do you have words? No, not really, actually.
Seeya.
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sometimes, having words can be a bad thing.
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i_have_words
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for the first time in a while, i am on blather but having trouble finding_words.
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z
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find words where you keep them.
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i keep them in a wooden chest in the attic. I've tried to lose them once, but they keep finding me anyway.
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oblivion
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there is a point when the words seal themselves off in your chest, and swallow themselves before they come out.
like a dog that has been kicked
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Mahayana
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and little incantations of you i gently pick them all up ...singing i place them into the worn-out front pocket of my alligator overalls
i am the freedom that you're fighting, i am the sweetness that you're hiding, i am heaven at your door and i am waiting ...
heaven asking for more heaven asking for more i am brave and i am staying
i am hands and they are praying
i am heaven at your door and i am waiting
[i am day and i am breaking]
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(words shed meaning like leaves from a tree and are not whole but saturated with holes and swim in an ether of ideas but pass near without touching the sameness of a truth of a thing and stops)
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what's it to you?
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