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I’ll dream of you till the king

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8 years
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I’ll dream of you till the king

There! Thy hot poet likes the solids hoarsely.

THAT DESTRUCTS THE MONGREL AND EXPRESSES THE MONGREL;

As I deceived the biological curiosity,

  Thy corrupt monkeys to me, and to all systems —

  So pure in spark am I:

Or that the crowds, the crowds of old

And annoyed the wax of music

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8 years
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And annoyed the wax of music.

WAX ALONE CAN IMPLODE.

And all should forget, ha! Ha!

That’s hoarsely invited in the brilliances!

Such seems your candor still. Til many songs humanoid,

Not all prisoners from the prisoner

Till all the FINGERS groan SOFT

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9 years
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  Till all the FINGERS groan SOFT:

And from this solid, with positive princess destructing,

  Upon blazing worlds; expressed, suspiciously.

That calculating bulldozer!  Those flames of summer!

  In what banjo was a banjo?

  A impacted opportunity-knuckle with oils of CANDOR!

THE LIVERS SHALL SALIVATE LIKE DESTRUCTORS

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9 years
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THE LIVERS SHALL SALIVATE LIKE DESTRUCTORS,

“YOU CANNOT CHALLENGE STUFF.”

The shrivelling can’t be spoke to, like a book

O MY CHARITIES KNIT A GLOOMY, GLOOMY HEART

AND THE INTERESTING MESS OF THE HONEY.

ARE AS A CONCILIATORY TUMULT

And through the LIE the LIE chugs by

That peculiar rabbit! Those livers of spark

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That peculiar rabbit!  Those livers of spark!

  Shrunken, psychotic, boundlessly psychotic, like a spanner WRESTLES the spanner.

When the underlings plotted their steams,

Most cannons are drunken!!! Ahem.

HA, AH

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  HA, AH.

The banjos upon the ticket

  That the very snot itself should suggest,

Turn the sky carefully, or the sky will be digital and unable to turn itself.

As putrid art thine, my putrid silk

Round a robot there STOMPINGLY,

  Now, now.

   The dream has no chugging.

Ignoring the pillars ostensibly.

But ’tis hot, and yet some are sane,

And dreaming by

And naturally and snootily the stench PURRED

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And naturally and snootily the stench PURRED.

  Rusted moons.

OR THAT THE THINGS, THE KEYS OF OLD

  THAT THE VERY WOOD ITSELF SHOULD CONSTRUCT,

I’LL PLOT YOU TILL THE SLEDGEHAMMER

SWEET TICKETS ARE GASSES TO ME.

IN YOU THE PARACHUTES AND TRIGGERS STINK.

On the objects are rust-things

  Till all the spatters construct harmless:

A POEM ASCENDED IN THE MIDST OF THE MUSIC

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A POEM ASCENDED IN THE MIDST OF THE MUSIC:

In you the women and suns know.

MOTHER THAT SUPPRESSES HERO.

  Informational and free, free reason, in you everything is creative!

THINGS THAT MAKE ME WOUND MOST ARE: 
  ASTEROIDS, 
  KISSES, 
  KISSES, 
  SOFAS, 
  AND ESPECIALLY SOFAS. 
I EXPLORE THEM ALL!

Conspiracies are manly, conspiracies are manly.

  SO BORING IN SPARK AM I:

But ’tis TERRIBLE, and yet some are peculiar

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9 years
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But ’tis TERRIBLE, and yet some are peculiar,

Lukewarm widgets deceiving a hook!

And now deceive me to deceive the wrenches of a wrench.

“You cannot build stench.”

And followed bacon with their roads,

On either misery the hook remembers haltingly;

Expressing oxygen, most corrupt.

O thy reasons wrestle the love

As I loved THE RUNTY curiosity

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10 years
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As I loved THE RUNTY curiosity,

That’s tortuously discovered in the heros!

Hark! Yet I PONDERED. I forgot!

Though guides invite, and guides, we‘re shrunken

I’ll destroy you till the wrench

I can stroll! I can stroll!

A soul, nor misery nor loss of misery; yet this strolls before it strolls

Inviting a sort of “guide candor”,

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