Tuesday, January 24, 2012

January Guest Posts

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Love, I thought you said nothing hoped for better
gone people who inspired me to work and libido,
not versed in regressive mechanisms for how to say
it flowed freely without self-consciousness, genuinely
glad to fit a puzzle with improvised emulations that
flouted immaculate behavior like learning slumming.
I need to be, as though looks taken apart wore any clothes,
over the television induced hyperphrenia and screen-dive
muffs, because disavowal would be so ideal that I can
away hopelessness and rejection for dirty that that
keeps inside some switch for kinetics to collapse.


By J

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