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love letteryou gave me a black eyelove letter
for this i'm not going to talk to you no more
your mouth moves in wondrous ways
it looses me, my mouth gapes slowly
your lips curl in a clown smile
your talking about the other night or other day
or whatever it was
your talking about the life being stretched out and reaching
your laughing about the funny people, they freak you out
the ones who get so excited when they talk to you and you talk back as if
you know exactly what they mean
and you wonder
why everybody
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"No thank you, Delmar. One third of a gopher would only arouse my appetite without properly bedding it down."
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"And tell him that hell might be coming with me."
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The arts' are the only way I express myself,
They are the only thing I have.
They will never leave me,
Unlike the rest of the world.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with stranger eons, even death may die -- H.P. Lovecraft
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