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Bobby Dylan The Times They Are A Changin’ 1964

It has started again- the empty space

Is filling up with

wagging mouths licking

And snipping gnawing and gnarling

Suffuse their empty and pitiless lives

Suffocate them with saliva drenched

Detritus

Opinions regurgitated vomited with vileness

Stench

classless ceaseless

The cream has sank

We’re drowning in ourselves

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Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

 

 

The new moon has immense consequences immense-

sliding over the

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the evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit

The evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit

 

 

he licked her body knowing there was no way

back to see how she would feel it

he knew by the heat and

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it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

it’s impossible to assemble the disassembled mind of heroes

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the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

the locust plague of unquestioning unctuousness is detrimental to all living things diving into the prurient pit

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the wayfarer coiled around the sea draining it of dreams subsumed by anodyne insinuations and fuck you’s