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A surreal visual poem about INSOMNIA.12am nothings happened,3am nothings happened,10am i feel like a run my body is tired but my heads still wired,fuck it i will do a full circle like the black...
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I like to stack them tall
or end-to-end,
but then I dread
I'll find a dud I've penned.
Each syllable feels heavy
in my hand,
a sharp, slick sound
to pierce and then expand.
Like shrapnel
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Ancient Egyptians, plagued by plague,
Still scribbled figures on papyrus.
(Illnesses wear us down and yet
Communication's ever tireless)
Conquering eastward, was it war
Or just a cold that...
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I have to brush and floss and
clip each nail,
take aspirin, vitamins
to ward off ills,
clear gutters,
flip the mattress,
sort my mail.
I can't forget
to pay the rent and bills.
It's time...
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A small-town tale about evil, corruption, closeted skeletons, trauma, madness and red skies.
The lovely and talented Jo from Australia sent me her movie 'Insanity or Suicide' to be used as the...
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Looking back.
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Unlucky Prey
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The unlucky tread the Earth under black clouds of bricks that fall from the sky.
Bare feet and souls wrapped in barbed wire,...
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