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The Terrors of Confusion Are But Psycho-terminal Manifestations of the All-But-Gone SELF
thee balmy swamee reconnoitered with
dear
Mother (o'mine)
in some I n s u l a t e d
(univers[ity] )
where deads go to
fur'thur
they's edUcation
in whatever
the ocCult'ing moment(s) demand(s)-------------------
I stood there most settled and free, yet havin no idear
of thee implications
of such a 'pose'...... ~ As It Were ~
deaths, yes, Deaths..........a great Laugh must serve unto whatever
blinkering doe-eyed Joes & Josies
bring to the imagined arena
of (such) erstwhile('s)
T'T'T'T'rrrr-uths.........
Hey, (wee) gotta (keep) it (sharp( & (sweet).........to keep The True Keepers think
ing, "what?"
~What?~
is every manifest(ation) of you or I, of tonight and tomorrow, of blind-dates &even blinder deaths........so
d a m n i'm plications..........
plenty gratifications, gratitudes, penny candies, & wasted seeds have found themselves
quite ineXplicately in these great ambitions found in nearly every no person
among us
Dreams such as this prefigured the bloodyLovin wives of the TimeKeepers
Having never imagined Their Time to have been left out........
w a y o u t
( w a y
f a r
Out )
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