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Aug 31, 2006 23:46

I hear you putting on a warm jacket to go walking
without me and it is black bat September.

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anonymous September 1 2006, 19:12:23 UTC
I saw humans tinkering at transport vehicle broken ( ... )

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A poem: anonymous September 4 2006, 19:06:24 UTC
I shat myself holy
between tides,
along tides,
tides.

I shat myself massive ocean
in sand-dug hole
then used feet for kick burial,
Service.
Not unlike the rooster
who etches poetry along the barn yard floor.

I shat myself between human trash receptacle and asphyxiated redwoods.
I then walked across a field,
naked from the the waist on down
to the group of people
to whom I made the request
for something to wipe myself with.

The ocean was ________.
The _____ was censored.

He said something, but I forgot.

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