February 2012
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alchemy
not one or two could stop the time when time is stopped already and when bell’s illusions break a chime were signaled start or signaled end but it is neither and is both if one could see beyond the dream for what it takes to stop a throat a whisper or a mighty scream well no one knows and most that care are scholars of the night who try to spread the word of truth somewhere and bind them all...
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Exit Script, Act IV Scene V.
A cigarette grows in full-bloom in vectors glazed with grey. The air in the smoke-filled room begs the eyes to look away. I cannot see anything, I cannot perceive what lies in front of me. I collected my thoughts on a champagne glass, and swilled them, willed them to break. To crack and reveal more truths, to reproduce in the sexual ascension of the repercussions of mingling. They never love but...
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Entry Level.
Never blink, for you might miss A clarinet-note in the wind, A pertinent rose that will kindle The taste and the feel of your bliss.
Never shut your fears, my dear, The time is never running near The brim, it almost always is Never enough.
Never dismiss The folds of the curtain, the bend in the light of the moon; It has meaning In the tides they bring,
I care about trivial things. For values...
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Redheads, a Short Story.
So there was Dren, lying flat on a coffin-like box, side by side with Hiller.
“I miss my family,” Dren whispered in the thin air, not really wanting to have a conversation. He savored the feeling of breathing his thoughts into space, or whatever’s left of it.
“There’s only two of us left,” Hiller whispered back.
“I know,” and it’s...