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Ponderation of a Palindrome

It’s all I want. It’s all I want.
Repeating because
++++++a) I want it and
++++++b) We are creatures of habit
Usually get fucking board until a new habit forms
I used to form poison from nothing particularly formidable
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The seed of the dream is rooted in fear of the patriarch, manifested by the

Father. The patient recounts the Father as threatening to torture, but never

tangibly harming the dreamer. The death of the brother seems random, absurd.

Most transparent is the dreamer’s thematic inclination towards escape,

symbolized by a number of strange landscapes. Their surfaces appear

malleable: a dream world seemingly infinite

++++++Vanessa Saunders

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rhetoric like pink medicine
+++++++oozes weak greetings
she chose this+++++++blacktop and name tag
+++++++ball point pen+++++++vision
he pulls his glasses off, on: “are you at ease yet?”
she pulls at his tie, his shirt+++++++++++++++silence
+++++++the podium grows++++++++++++++light flickering
clap++++slap back his hands later+++++!++one martini
+++++++“it’s just good business”+++++++!!!++right.

++++++Justin A. Picard

For The Church Of The Loving System ; Your Receipt, Our Slogan (double-happiness):     

Popeye the Sailor, Man pray for us sinners:
Double your pleasure; double the fun,—
With double-
Mint double-
Mint double-
Mint gum.
Just do it;
Do the Dew. . .

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Kangaroo Guilt, also known as (aka) the Marsupial Version Of The Killer Whale Guilt, also known as (aka) Kangaroo Guilt

I woke up this morning and
I was++++++!
A bird was popping and
Hopping on my roof and
She whispered tweet and
Twerk++++++and
Tweet and
They don’t love you and
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Inside the Belly

I
The seaman James Bartley screams as he slides down a sperm whale’s throat in 1891. He was in the stomach for fifteen hours, unconscious in the stench of digesting fish. He survived after his shipmates sliced the belly open and pulled his twitching body into bed, where he stayed for almost a month. (If this happened today he would take seventy selfies and post them online.) According to the tales, he lost his sight and his skin whitened. He wasn’t holding any blade.
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lamb meets wolf man

sergei pankejeff’s tree of white wolves
veil of blankness the analyst’s notepad
on day one narrative of infancy
a row of walnut trees in the window

sheepdogish wolves with big fox tails
ears pricked up like dogs sensing terror
he calls the nurse’s name who censors
the story freud records for his posterity
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