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improvised xstellarDuhrer dances with Dali around constellations tipping their hats to Diana and surveying their sprawling celestial canvas have them rearrange the cosmos in a mural of usimprovised xstellar
We can walk the long road of Eridanus stopping to gaze at Andromeda and breath in the Pleiades
And when we tire Paganini can borrow a bow from Sagittarius and join with Orpheus and Lyra to play us to slumber


Preview-typeJane was dead. The cold, yet not unexpected truth of it was really sinking in. I left my apartment, even though I really had nowhere to be or nothing to do. I pressed the button at the end of the hall to call the elevator. The hum of machinery within the building was somewhat soothing, for whatever reason. The doors opened revealing Manuel, the custodian standing there in his rather filthy overalls. Manuel was always somewhat of a boogeyman to us tenants, he only came out at night and was rarely seen by any of the apartment’s residents. “Where to pal?” His accent was thick, and many of his words ran together. “The lobbPreview-type


improvised xprotestaltars alter views and falseimprovised xprotest
idols keep us idle tell us we're happy we'll believe it i have associated in my mind the two words conformity and lethargy
as one in the same wouldn't it be grand to see a whimsical reversal of caste where skyscrapers become slums and tenements are as palaces what's worse the raised fist has given way to the raised glass and protest has become hopeless for
it is vagrancy to those who make law of hypocracy and the


improvised xspeakpuppet politicians pride themselves on their ability to make promises spat in a coin operated manifesto presto change-o they’ll rearrange your views to pursue and give you a new lease on life at half price and all sales are finalimprovised xspeak
everything must go!
this is the end of the universe sale (give 110% and get no time off)
but don’t let me this poet scare you just look around and
breathe the air you breathe each and every day and feel the way five thousand carcinogens sear succinct pat


AfterlifeA desert road.Afterlife
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his


WE CALL HIM PAPAfor Frank Leslie "Buster" Redfield May 14, 1925 - Oct. 31, 2004WE CALL HIM PAPA
we call him Papa and he could move mountains with his silence
he fathered a family of artists who knew the value of labor the efficiency of expression if it is unclear, rephrase it if it is unusable, remove it if it is imperfect, rework it until it is as much a part of you as a limb he never said this but his life implied it
his stone eyes edited lies from our speech before we could speak them his hands held me tight once after I sinned &n
it's sad to see that you're not as active at the moment. i hope to see your return. for i have triumphantly returned.
i'm looking forward to more stuff and more comments/critiques on my own
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i'm the result of a revolution
if i cannot fly, let me sing [sondheim, sweeney todd]
I Watch You!
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Feel The Wrath.
Lessee summore of that bot work?
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"Don't create something you don't want to create. create something for something."
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**swoosh**
Will work for
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**swoosh**
Will work for
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I guess deep inside, I'm just a Plain Jane.
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