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whales of love are holdingthe planet,help them with your love ki ndnes and support love hope peace i wish i could i wish i could tell you that everything is about to change

that it is allabout to get way better

that we will feel fulfilled and creative

and passionate and different than we do today

and that life is only s just temporary right now

but the only thing i can tell you for sure is

i am here today and i will be here tomorrow

no matter how shitty or spectacularly beautiful

life finds us

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YOU HAVE TO GET LOST TO FIND YOURSELF!

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what do you feel?I feel the world surrounding me, glancing in on this moment in time.

through windows,doors,

open spaces

filled only by the warmth of a kiss

because he sits next to me

and watches each breath subtly blowing against my uper lip accompanying the breeze

until it hits.

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I awoke to heaven only to see pradice. i no longer judge lifeI awake to peace in the arms of my lover i awoke to you the love of my new life

I praied for this.

I cried for this now that i have it i will war to keep it

This fire that burns hot, it blue flame bruns bright.

i Awoke to love

awoke to a new me.

love is the key. i am rich with love inside me PharaohX

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Well the endless page here is not blankand in fact feels even more daunting in some ways

thinking about thinking

writing about writing

preparing to prepare

in public.

it's an odd feeling

and I don't know if I like it,

At least I don't like it nearly

as much as the simple, physical sensation

of the keys under my fingers

pushing buttons.

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spines of books protrudeaisles by aisle

texture feel binding light finish

my hands cascade through

with surpruising ease for discovery, what is the use of the shelves

when we have Google

well, the webs keep the unknowns unknown

and the shelves, the unknowns known

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In the park watching the werewolves claim more victims. might go to thebar where Matt is working now.Here with the old gang,and even though

I lived with these idiots for over two years no one but John will even

look or talk to me.

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i am surprised to findhow heavy i feel

with most of my spine missing my head--dead weight

sinks like lead into the pillow

the more i consider how long

i continued to pulse

after letting your name

come out my mouth THEOBROMA--she said

it meant food of the gods

and i thought of your dark

sticky sweet skin

thought of our dark

sticky swet sin

just like chocolate

i could taste you

melt on my tongue i wonder if icarus

truly felt invincible

flying straight into the sun

or if he always knew

he was willing to die

for one divine moment you are tempting

THEOBROMA

but i am not a god

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born in a park in a punk as$ m0ney city swelling seed on a branchhave you found a friend? you may ask.

why yes, yes i have.

i love you.

hi my name is jurgen munster. i had a dog named jake. he was my best friend. jake d

passed away and i miss hanging out with him more than anything. since i

will never be able to do that ever again, i spend my time in tompkins square

being attacked by werewolf bitches from outer space

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... undone! the day i landed on the ground

, i fell into the lap of

a young girl, who brushed me aside.

an hour later, my seed hatched.

different being a seed swelling up on the tree than a sweaty

fleshy human

hold my breath here,

how

((

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been hanging out with the sparrows eating

bread from a sandwich

tearing into puddle bagel

yee haw what a diet it:s been!

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Do the damn deed. Do it already..The dark ink let it color your thoughtsin readable type. Portray your deiity:The Written Word. Let its image inspire

the next devotee. Done.

...

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WRITING is aproxy for memorywhich is why I forget your nameyour face

our HISTORY

but a dark resine remains

as the ashes of our pipe

............

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i love youCalpso I love you BETTY I love you vivian and most of all i love you GREECE. ... STAY STRONG GREECE

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i,d r ather spend one day as a lion than ten thousand days as a lam bjoel dad

momwhere do you go when you are already there. johnkspon

How are you? I am good. Love Joeljos Johnson :)

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om na o bhagavate vasudevayahare krsna hare krsna

krsna krsna hare hare

hare rama hare rama

rama rama hare hare

bidya (emoji hearts) vasudeva :-)

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today is beauitful andi feel happy and blessed thanks!

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akkdkjHello world im alive!!

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I'm very sorry about thte dog.Also, I wish I thought a bit more about what tto write here. I'm concerned about a wide variety of things right now,

arguably the most pressing issue is: how many peopledidn;t wash their

hands between the bathroom and this typewriter?

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llove KaDeeos,Its abeautiful day to be alive!

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surely it is beautifulto live

but alas, my dog K Deeos has pasxed.

In a great fit, her last sounds recorded above

I shall always remember.

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what a nice day in the park.0and this typewritere is running out of inkhi

Exploring around the paerk on this hot suny day in Julywith our dog Hudson