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A Being in the Craft

Posted on November 12, 2020 by ubu507
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All They Can Think Of

Posted on November 11, 2020 by ubu507
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An Eyeful

Posted on November 10, 2020 by ubu507
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Undergird Culture With Desire

Posted on November 8, 2020 by ubu507
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Beyond Always

Posted on November 7, 2020 by ubu507

GhostsOn commencement dayOf important yesterdayMeetingAs she who does notBelong to this worldBut to the worldBeyond always

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Motion Event

Posted on November 6, 2020 by ubu507

A purgatory of freaks orWas it the work of some uncannySupernatural power which canNot be defined as he continuesHis aberrant caresses she asks herselfWith a shudder if she is in factSexually perverted

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History is Ending at the Colonnade

Posted on November 5, 2020 by ubu507
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An Extravagant Waste of Intellect

Posted on November 4, 2020 by ubu507

The practices of a decadent societyAn extravagant waste of intellectWorship by means of disorientationDazzling the mind and destroying theSense of reality blasphemous and carnalRemaining the night saved by sinCrazily rocking a silent barbarian womanRebuking a lifetime of relevant livingI am … Continue reading →

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Herm

Posted on November 3, 2020 by ubu507
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Unearthly Form

Posted on November 2, 2020 by ubu507

A shadow flits before me,Not thou, but like to thee:Ah Christ, that it were possibleFor one short hour to seeThe souls we loved, that they might tell usWhat and where they be.— Tennyson

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