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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Killing an Au Pair: Killing a White Girl ‘Killing an Arab’ “I can turn and walk away or I can fire the gun Staring at the sky, staring at the sun whichever I chose, it amounts to the same Absolutely nothing” -The Cure May 24th, 2018
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Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) chapter 42 The Woman from Okinawa by Joey Da’rrell Cloudy ‘Summoning the Golum of Ghana’ “Sankofa teaches us that we must go back to our roots to move forward. That is, we should reach back and gather the best of what our past
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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Chapter 10.69: Katabasis: The Epic Descent into the Underworld** Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) chapter 10.69 “Katabasis: The Epic Descent into the Underworld**” Isaiah Jones Versus the Sea Chapter 10.69: Katabasis: The Epic Descent into the Underworld** May 5th 2029 international
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Walking up Goliad listening to the morning song of the old trees, the irises are flying their colors beneath the soft parade of periwinkle clouds being pushed over the rooftops of the gentries three story condominiums just out of reach of the straining finger tips of the oldest trees the streets almost crowded for a
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Bukowski In Hell dedicated to bad writers Charles Bukowski is in hell doing 14 billion sits up a day before bench-pressing the Earth and Venus by ramming his veined purple onion through the planets poles so he would have a bar long enough and strong enough to hold the weight of two worlds. After his
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TASTE OF DEATH “Come back with your shield – or on it” (Plutarch, Mor.241) the parting cry of Spartan mothers to their sons. It’s hard to think when the dogs sniffing the floor, yard mans lawnmower whining, the hydraulic crush of garbage trucks, the radio playing trip hop and your old lady’s massaging your nuts.
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Waiting for the Miracle. Watching her barefoot body moving to invisible music, she is a sentient flower dancing with the wind. And “I just want to destroy something Beautiful.”
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The Science of Poetry I Einstein’s incendiary ideas words arranged in an idea of order mathematical sequencing it is the intellectual alchemy of the dead watchmaker thoughts boiled in time reduced in a nanosecond of synaptic flash to the ashen essence of humanity the pure black symmetry of silhouette in shadow tarot cards tossed into
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“I Predict Pain” -Clubber Lang I’d been training hard every day for a year and had bruised the ribs of Marines twice the size of the tall drink of water in the opposite corner. Figured I’d punch a hole through this skinny kid from New York. My corner man tells me to be careful “
Joey Cloudy online 