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crOwl snow fell
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shredded paper in a world where people no longer wrote things
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where lives were dependant on what one could do for another.

we are
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s L i p P e R y hills that others cannot climb.

some make it.
some don't.
some live.
some die.

there is always something that can make you happy.

i saw a man look at us through the open window of his old car unable to go any further. his face pleading for help.
we were
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to help someone else.

"someone else will help you," we said with our hearts. and yet, how much better to do it with him in our back seat? 		040128
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belly fire poetry as visual art
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oldephebe man, this is poetry where the arrangement/manipulation of text creates a palpable landscape. An inert kinesthesis, text as PE=mgh. And sure while this is not at the periphery of profaneness as say..hybrids of media and technology and idiomatic collages plaited into a synthesis clamoring at the borders of broken stones..bridging the shoals and reefs of social/cultural "less desirables" and breaking through the doors of an efette aesthetic hegemony..Okay so this is not an expedition into arnarchic or anti-confluential "art form" where the aesthetic is mostly the extent of radical usurpation of ontological authority and or the subsequent effect thereof...what you wrote - an innovation of the aesthetic act nonetheles that acts as a cartographic underscore..a more powerful persuasive/illustrative instrument..yeah you're incredible..seriously
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crOwl thanks. 040128
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oE no prob 040128
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