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every no thing eye ever never knew.....
everything counts
( accoun'tably)
yet,but
nothing m a tt e r s
in thee e n d,
theend of thee day
the
"e n d of an era"
end
ing
thee best errors eye'v been
cap'able
o f in a lifetyme
o f swee'd'lusion so fast and fragile,
tight and empty,
dying on d'vine
just dying
( for an ignorance
of death
itSelf )
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
2016dkzk...............foto by dkzk: "whoknewhoonew"---------------
( accoun'tably)
yet,but
nothing m a tt e r s
in thee e n d,
theend of thee day
the
"e n d of an era"
end
ing
thee best errors eye'v been
cap'able
o f in a lifetyme
o f swee'd'lusion so fast and fragile,
tight and empty,
dying on d'vine
just dying
( for an ignorance
of death
itSelf )
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
2016dkzk...............foto by dkzk: "whoknewhoonew"---------------
Published 23rd Nov 2016
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23rd Nov 2016 9:56pm
Your word play and blend is bloody brilliant.
That is all.
Except, maybe, that the sadness of this permeates.
That is all.
Except, maybe, that the sadness of this permeates.
23rd Nov 2016 10:54pm
23rd Nov 2016 10:58pm
Daniel you have a way about you that draws a person in..
poignant, honest write..
love Brenda
poignant, honest write..
love Brenda
24th Nov 2016 00:26am
24th Nov 2016 3:50am
that's what i think i thought i said....but, then again, i can't believe any thing i think....
{.thoughtwise, that is.}
{.thoughtwise, that is.}
5th Dec 2016 5:13am
the pious pope of dada, like a bawdy brooklyn love child of buddah saxo flutes singing wizdoomblooms, never always pontificates pointlessly pointedly, my inane insinuendos not with standing nor with sitting yet always hand clapping chopping carrying words of admiration in sincerus
