| "this is the best beaplist poem ever written." - beaple* ----- *i take no responsibility for the accuracy of this statement. |
| "this is the best beaplist poem ever written." - beaple* ----- *i take no responsibility for the accuracy of this statement. |


untitled 112409if this life were a dream, how would you interpret it? -harold klemp, living ECK master (loosely quoted)untitled 112409
the only difference between dreams and reality is the only difference between dreams and reality. god constructed one and we constructed the other (and we are all god). your blinkers are out and you're giving false signals to hapless young men in bars. ev


chivalry in three actsI.chivalry in three acts
woman man minefield
II.
man woman minefield
III.
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to abort or not to abort... space missions, babies, applications in windows: all the same to me.to abort or not to abort...


you and me and the garden...& even though i don't eat them, we'll have peppers in our garden (they look so bright and tasty, don't they?)you and me and the garden...
our goats will wake our guests earlier than they're used to waking and we'll apologize while scrambling eggs
from our chicken coop, out back, where there is still a blood stain from the wolf whose life i promised not to take.
& when we're in the garden together, we'll make three a little god or goddess who decided on this plane for a while.
& the ten thousand peppers we grew will dance along with our life, like it was  


Fiddleburg Town:Fiddleburg Town: Seven General PeculiaritiesFiddleburg Town:
1. Holes are to be fallen into. There was a hole in the ground, so Timothy Fiddleburg gracefully fell into it.
2. Timothy Fiddleburg climbed out a changed man--a woman in fact. The men stood in a single file hand-kissing line, until a blackbird intervened.
3. If a blackbird is spotted under a Palmetto during twilight, nothing of any great significance occurs.
4. However, if a blackberry pastry is consumed within the parameters of Timothy Fiddleburg, an empty dish will result. Worse yet, the dish will desire to be made clean by way of (to be specif
Meeting point| the poems that make it onto my page here have survived the merciless gauntlet of like, one or two of my sisters' criticisms. they are precocious little toddlers, trust me. in any case i hope their approval doesn't end up making me look foolish in front of all of you fine folks. hopefully, you'll enjoy your time here, and maybe even wipe the astroglide off your hand long enough to leave a comprehensible comment. hugs and kisses, j. |
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call to me and i will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.
~jer. 33:3
you got some good stuff going though
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God put me on earth to accomplish a certain number of things, right now i am so far behind i will never die
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Vänoff Snàghýrndr a.k.a. La Mauvaise Cornue
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WWHRD?
METAL UP YOUR ASS!
Where is your god now?
you my dear get the same. metalheads have all the fun!
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the world is flat; &so are we (everyone a kerouac)
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WWHRD?
METAL UP YOUR ASS!
Where is your god now?
that's fuckin' legit.
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more drugs less love
Have a nice day!
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the world is flat; &so are we (everyone a kerouac)
Just from a cursory glance at your writing, it looks like some pretty cool shit. I'll probably explore your gallery thoroughly some time.
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more drugs less love
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the world is flat; &so are we (everyone a kerouac)
P.S., salvia rules.
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more drugs less love
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the world is flat; &so are we (everyone a kerouac)
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more drugs less love
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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
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Zepiaf
ah there you are...
I want to thank you for adding me to your watch... I hope I shant let you down.
*softly smiles and quietly pads away to fix some peppermint tea*
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玉
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the world is flat; &so are we (everyone a kerouac)
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