unicorn hoax

Wednesday

tusks

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cone-warm in my palm your eye fits snug and blinks like sun through packed-in trees. if i close it then i can walk your whole (your woodland...

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chip fork under nail i wonder how cassette ribbon gets in the trees unspooled in hard square light unwound of sound and waving outward over ...

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A small tug on my forelock at the sweetshop lady a sheela na gig hands me the small change and slips a chocolate orange in me Stumbling out ...
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golden in your skin with lips just opening to the sea you’re a channel and gone back to the depths where all the snapping fish say how do yo...

when i go

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when i go underneath i am a spoke like lightning into sky i cuts it open with a silver aching i am old but some hills are worse i'm vexe...

dark white sky

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from a dark white sky you fell into my snowy body like sun at the window of my ice hotel from the pools of your face. i see them widening li...

wild hot deer

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you open- palmed is red the spring of me a world of wild hot deer and moon all round of bone and cunt and junk of breasts my full- mouthed i...

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1. the end it was of no great loss to me. i was an island of great complexity and filled notebooks full of the kind of writing you might hav...
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Sunday

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Real life is a term with multiple meanings. It is most often used to mean life or consensus reality outside of an environment that is gen...
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