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A simple smile will do.
A blazing sun raining down upon white solitude.
A blue winged creature to bear me up and above all consideration into selfish salvation.
A heart-felt scream for sanity.
A heart felt nod to affirm that love is not dead.
Music from within and without.
A blinking light in a misty night fighting against the bite of the trite.
running on desert sands, under screaming points of starlight.
Anything will stop me in my tracks. will kill the insanity in my treads. will heal a lost spirit.
Anything.

my favorite band is rusted root

nick prahl

My cat was de-clawed today.
Brian denehy bit a hole in choice loin.
I couldn't have done any of this without you. bitch.
Boris Becker fakes it and billy gene King wears a colostomy that belittles me.
I dreamt of a mink lynx at boston market and another sour meat mystery three times weekly till tuesday, hush.
When I'm forced to wear diapers i dream of the chicken skin sea and all the bald grandmas just underneath the seas bumpy meninges.
cherish the night quail egg deviant, brush your cat and die.

kurt welshinger

for later reference:
A Wounded Deer -- Leaps Highest

spectacle to illustrate
your face
in front of
and
breathed
the pieces,
marked by foolish or unreasoning fondness;
with a rod,
sword,
spear,
or stone.

It is the Wilt

wilt hodges

It is the Wilt that makes them interested.
Maybe the charisma, maybe the complexion
Or neither but the reflection.
It’s the Wilt-
That makes them laugh
That makes them ponder,
That inspires them
Until my façade dissipates.

My tongue has calloused them all,
Until my friendship with them stalls.
No longer am I respected,
But am neglected
Selected when they are hectic.
Lumped into a box I cannot break.
My potential has failed
& No longer am I hailed.

i am an island

christa beverlin

he was disconected and soft
like a moth floating toward the ball
knowing that my eyes ment certian death
he would bit his lip holding his breath
but his brow and his pulll
meant he just wanted to know
meant that he cared
or it meant that he dared
to try to unlock
whats inside this sorry sock
but i have built these walls
to keep from hard falls
no one can come in
i am an island.

sanded meat

bryce beverlin II

sanded meat
land the trig function
leap onto the liver mound
a soul hath been ground
juicy two-peas : the crouton crew please!
lift the lavatory out of its misery
dan quail? sailing jib inequalities
this could be the problem
is this the solution?
lotion brought to fruition or boredom?
you make two calls
both of them raced around something unknown
some to tone and some to pick off the unseen bone
sounds like a round could be worried or lasted forever mispers
hill giant
click tricks
mork and cindy
she gives it
the rich no longer get richard, they get dant rather for one shower period
the load has been given
the snow been delivered along blanket of blistarded masts and casted bowls
the souls and doles of rome come crying
alone above the scores bent listed and moored to moors
laughed and grafting every chance they get
i have a stove and a sink
the banister is non-existint
it does not tint or tant splintered floorboards or produce produce like you like it
lick it
she likes it
she hikes these days and loves me as we love our independence
a dance within among art and warmth

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