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mia culpa, mia miasma by seeyouinjune, literature

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mia culpa, mia miasma

I'm still counting chromosomes and odd numbers still playing hopscotch over the symmetry of your shoulder blades, your whispers skipping 'cross the seventy percent water the one forty proof rum, still running running sheep until we can sleep, we, that thing they called relationship something common, like counting rocks at the bottom of a wishing well. I am slipping through, sliding into a seamless cervix, and she's serving throat lozenges in the mean time, mean time and mean country serving time in this union, this marriage, they served cough and coffee held the Capricorn, held up the register held the infant to the sag

even the stars by seeyouinjune, literature

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even the stars

worms they said, worm like wood they said in the underbelly of her bonds, in the something we termed domestic we termed it pet and we termed it love we termed it a virtue, anything a virtue. we terminated her ill our relation ships the vessels that will carry these mites they breast stroke like the Monarchs, and hang-glide the dolphins arch, the dog just will not make it they said and every bitch has its day so make love they said with the sweat of the sun, with the pillows of the pavement. somehow we will make it so they said. so I said I love you in panic, I love you under a busted fire hydrants shower. remember? &

envy by seeyouinjune, literature

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envy

that i do still creep low the repressed engine steam, the smoke upon an afterglow of a shadow snug deep with false teeth in my own anomaly, my own. wishing there, i were a way. eyes kiss away the candle smoke ever green your i's and take the rag to time, take it to the Blues. it is me still playing for any of us anie oves us eny ov us to get her again on the evergreen it is me and it is me with a half of u lying into 1 or too some 1's others half ever say ever green eyes.

Placating with Peace by seeyouinjune, literature

if only swine flu by seeyouinjune, literature

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if only swine flu

if only we could "kill pigs by letting them become shits peanuts". [phase 3] we met in stables where above the soiled doves drank from the fermenting sun. where the backing track was set to she said she and she says with froth, "the slaughtering of the market stock", if only and only if WHO could save her and if only swine flu. [phase 4] that my fear rises with an onset of winter creeps from healthy slum greets her suburban sty, we are clawing to keep quarantined from this cherubim's dream. she is squealing my ear with "change! yes we can! YES WE CAN!" yes she can, spare change- begging for bailout and a l

cat feces made me do it by seeyouinjune, literature

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cat feces made me do it

my pet, servile, obscene and so rabid that she dribbles down the side of my mouth and over my chin. my animal, never migrates, never hesitates, but these children do when summer turns 'round. swimming the rainbows of my slobbers grease with broad strokes. but my organism, you see, she never laughs anymore, never dances anymore, she insists upon keeping all of thirty-four vertebrae columns towards me at all intervals of sleep forced to house myself in my cold thoracic cage. * the lint provides the inspiration. the dead animals provide the loneliness. the art provides the malnutrition. the propaganda provides the

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mia culpa, mia miasma by seeyouinjune, literature

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mia culpa, mia miasma

even the stars by seeyouinjune, literature

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even the stars

envy by seeyouinjune, literature

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envy

Placating with Peace by seeyouinjune, literature

if only swine flu by seeyouinjune, literature

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if only swine flu

cat feces made me do it by seeyouinjune, literature

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cat feces made me do it

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zzz by root-kite, literature

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zzz

night's limbo is retrospective, lights whim & akimbo and the shadows are epileptic but stiller than still— this is me leaning on my windowsill, testing nonsleep's nimble rim till I tumble upwards etched & wrenched come early morn, thinking what my wallclock must think of time & I hounding sane, sound sounds, dreaming of the brick tongues of fireflies and the many realms of the weather. god yes such as well I have you ever tried miming a dialogue with a handheld moment only to find its spasm as warm as a cat's ninth life? and that the past that the present has passed is a limber lie from the moment your eyes pretend to memori

Wasp by AbCat, literature

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Wasp

Wasp swings low as a sweet chariot carried home on the ethanol of sun seasoned pears that blur the trees until it seems that they are seen through droning wings. 'Leave that nest and build your own,' the cider addled instinct sings. Wasp swings low as a grandfather- clock's pendulum plumb, caught high struck dumb by an ox- tail's swing, and thus

The Stage Play by Amberlouie, literature

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The Stage Play

Belly-up these birds are buoyant monuments to cathedrals, women, lovers and the submerged. The clutch of flannel necks, black spoon eyes, laundry white bodies rhythm the water and their scaled explorers are a keen loose-lipped audience. The swans dress beaks in algae and beneath surface they study intimacy, anchored limbs and shadow one another to play stage. The pond ceremony shapes the partnership. But at night teenagers with gun hands swell about the waterway. One swan hums on her eggs, the other arcs panic. Alone and pearled black with mud.

noon's looms by root-kite, literature

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noon's looms

noon's looms string loose taut bones, and set fire to the stones in the street's roofless rooms. noon's looms spin nuclear & worn, and blare their bloated horns over clear, lazy fumes― trees are opening the palms of their hands, with their lines of fate borne low with the waiting leaves' weight, & drawn on the noon-air's sand. birds are screaming and surprise themselves with their leaps & caresses & fights; their wings are still much too bright, and the winds are collapsing shelves. men in the road are all clear as glass, worn through & see-through, with wine in their lungs. their bloated arms are rusting guns and the

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breaking up with the day by seeyouinjune, literature

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breaking up with the day

of nights when we eloped trodden, the tarmac lax– metropolis skyline looming, an entire graveyard of sleeping transmissions, bricks and beggars and boulevards littered– bedridden with nap. we roved the docks, piers twisted in lumber moaning, creaking, flexing with the sea's insomnia and us overlooking its abysmal waters. I stare her heaving bosom as she reaches my bony knuckles, clutches and turns to me with the full moon in her face, she says, “I’m late.” and I know that the blood red sunrise will not be coming up this morning.

breaking up with the day

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she may look clean but.... by seeyouinjune, visual art

she may look clean but....

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seeyouinjune

Jun 20, 2012

our precious bodily fluids

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I can no longer sit back and allow, communist infiltration, communist indoctrination, communist subversion, and the international communist conspiracy, to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.

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seeyouinjune

Dec 11, 2011

Music to Write to [update]

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Thought I'd make a sort of guide for people who write and like to listen to music at the same time.  I see a lot of threads in the forums with people asking about writing to music and which music they like to write to.  So I've decided to make a journal of my personal favorite songs to listen to when I write complete with links to youtube.  Generally speaking I tend to listen to music without lyrics as I believe that the lyrics tend to conflict with the writing process.  So without further ado: Buckethead - Aunt Suzie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTHPlxBQlOM I prefer to listen to very tranquil music while i write.  Stuff that really relax

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seeyouinjune

Aug 29, 2011

i'm having fun...

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Farand

Jul 4, 2015

'Autumn already! But why pine for an everlasting sun, when we are embarked on the quest for divine light, far from those who die with the changing seasons.'

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May 4, 2011

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Jun 15, 2010

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Jun 15, 2010

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May 5, 2010

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Aug 13, 2009

thank you