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pond

pond it only ever takes one bravado pebble for the sticklebacks to flirt with the, resulting water halos cavorting with water reeds messing up lilly pads i

we all became a little fish for a while

we all became fish for little while Buddy says, that there is an interval in the pulpy partition of the womb's penitentiary where upon the wee kidney bean of growing life

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I can make do with the body jerking, creaking like a vessel on cepiar waves. The muscles spasm a marionette with erratic stubborn limbs, making soup and my other liquidised cuisine

a calendar

1. We ran through every last one Fields of supernovas blossoming In the cradle of soft January breath Surfacing Only to find ourselves floating Upon the patchwork waves

The Harvest of Terence Slater

“It’s not every day I get taken to a Harvester for dinner, Terence.”

Preston Urges

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0CRAavN4EI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsCWVbLG1iU&NR=1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mV-n1swZEEA
Poem of the week

I have not moved my mouth

Dear mr married, I'm not quite sure what we are negotiating - more that you are kissing me, and I have not moved my mouth.

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