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we all love a vomitive beauty, guts and their wrenching, that sinking hair-raised fetal feeling cut loose in a stopped breath just before we start clutching for things. it doesn\'t come from above, but from without the pedestal I put it on, the hole I worship it in. it is magnificent, being small, a hackneyed ordinary, the jettisoned product of the right songs, colors, and money. but silently exploding like a firework of heated tears
before the kaboom pulls and snaps us into nothing, in that instant we may swear, sigh, scream, gasp, freeze. &nbs
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photocitythe city of better actors not much more than seeming we know what we're doing it's cold and wet shining silver coins between my fingers I'm crushing them, can't spare them goin' to buy chai with 'em how romantic, illness. what does it mean to be busy? accelerate new york even beyond light speed and it's a falling star glowing in the clouds but when you're there among the flat surfaces it's the noise in the shadows and rushing under the road the cold sweaty palms saying nothing really moves and somehow lasts please turn the cphotocity
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brown youthbrown youthbrown youth
the sadness of the prime of life is like the pain in flowering a shutter shudder into aborted bloom the grins are full of tight teeth as desperate as the under-outside slipping away on a slipping slide
our fingers rivet the dirtied slush even now we put that sadness on "how sad is that?" there was hope, hope for drama "is this it can't be all" now we just do stuff, playing it cold playing it out and sometimes spacing
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the hyacinths said aithe hyacinths said "ai"the hyacinths said ai
I glimpsed the soft stream, silenced by a static touch. There was no meaning, nothing to any of it, dearest. "look, I have brought flowers." their smell is a drug. I smooth, melt, break, fall down, down the gentle rush (all is static fuzz and hush); I felt the river, but I thought of you in mute screams deafening from forgotten start to ceaseless end I thought of you in staggering steps, together with me- [oh warm body dead and gone. (blood in the grass!) alas once dead, and for all gone. alas. alas.
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