Author: blanc
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Π©Π΅ ΡΡΡΠ±Π°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ²ΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡ, The carnal beasts didn’t honor peaceSo, God releasedThe harm they preached…Wages paid by plaguesHis agency enraged for placing babies in a cageThis play is staged Every moral agent Has an aging anguish to placate They stateSodom and Gomorrah Had a taste but The claim is misplacedBecause the wrath displayedIn Romans…
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It’s like a cycle of nightmares in inception.Wake up to find myself in the care of a dead one. If there’s levels to this, where’s my resurrection?Because your Jesus doesn’t look like the one of Lazarus’ recollection. Reflection. Deflection. Rejection. Silenced by the deafening decibels of their violence and weapons.While your silence merely deadens.We don’t…
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At Gravesend… Past the Days Inn… It was J. Smith… With equations… Instead of graphs and charts, He had formulas.Instead of Basquiat’s Art, a sorcerer. Remember, the blind lead the blind into sciences.* The wiz mixed dimes for his client’s fix. The sign language used to hide the brickresembled hieroglyph or Maya script. Molding men…
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LIVING… at break-neck acceleration, resignation of your apex preservation. Funny how now you want to pray. Found faith, underground, Under the town grates. I guess the summit was insufferable. Was the top so tumultuous?Was government so grotesque? And now you meet your new master, The monstrosity, The beast of burden, That jackal-faced juggernaut That feasts…
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I am irrelevant – irrelevant – From the age of five to eighteen, I was taking medicine – was taking medicine – They called it Dexedrine. It made every element of my essence feel like excrement. A repellent pushing electrons like exotic matter until they pulled out plasma guns to dislodge my atoms. Tossed and…
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Eternity upon a Roman time, a good Friday of our Lord, 2009, the precipitation pitter-patter like children in playgrounds.Anticipation captured us; we’d leave Baskerville on the Greyhound. It felt like cascading across yellow-gold; our feet floated past every fluorescent sign.A tall, bronze and tan, handsome man that STANDS LIKE A SHERIFFhad arrested your hand in…
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I traverse petals in the memory Of my best friends.The weight of fondness — a forgotten friendship –is too burdensome to keep it attached to the vine of your remembrance TO REACH OUT. TO REACH IN and collect call any feeling towards me would be like a tardigrade stretching in the cosmos TO REACH OUT…
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How many called Fran Drescher when she started regressionwith post traumatic depression on prophylactics, Excedrin? I’m sorry. I started off with a question.I just lionize the thesis because both Ice Spice and Jesus know that that’s a part of the lesson. My chalkboard? It’s all yours, but some balk before they start marching towards THE…
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The trumpet blares its final C, embouchures are unglued and all instruments are lowered.To raucous applause, the concerto concludes.The maestro bows; a flutist raises his bow.thwunk!Over heads and through one, A cortex has processed its last memory. A child belts her first scream since birth, An athlete runs his first lane since college, A woman…
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Brazenly enter altercation,stifling trustEmblazing agenda sonification,triton bloodlustAgencies sensor toleration,bridling erupts Satan tenders Balkanization,enshrining amuckTrade bends equations,aggrandizing schmucks