Monthly Archives: August 2012

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sequence of confused arithmetic. while bullets upon bullets of powder guns, white soldiers. little children played outdoor quest, consumed like blueberry cheesecakes. 2011

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Originally posted on chester maynes:
The shaft of light and your silhouette. They craft a pretty tapestry. Love in a limbo. We kissed the flame of embers. Your debonair shadow secretly clinching my physiology. Like a specter of Aphrodite, you…

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  11:55pm, nocturnal access to a slice of cake. teeters of blue wrappers like i wanted to shatter. drowsy, the tip of the knife is a cookie cutter murderer. i hear a nursery rhyme of…

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Originally posted on chester maynes:
  i smell work scents of pressure leak while motions invade space i’m stuck on a constant phase   sleep is an opened eye there are tampered dreams like vandalisms on walls reality exposed  …

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Originally posted on chester maynes:
I smell dad’s tangerine wine floating on the backyard’s air. In the retrospect of the events that led like a domino effect, my growth is a hackneyed progress against the obvious odds.   I revolutionized…

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Originally posted on chester maynes:
seemingly, substance looks noble— i’m in this tin on many hands, no ownership. lent from the source, it’s beyond evanescent. quiet and cold, my head spurns community. it’s a suffering without true blood, deep and…

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I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon Killing the thought of a sad note letter It is hurting at our last rocking moon You tell me of some difficult weather I am trying this…

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  Oh, the bridge stretches above the sea! So long, so high, where the wind sweeps my mind. Maroon skies cast their little stars. What a night to behold with my lover’s hands! I whistle…

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Originally posted on chester maynes:
Our feet thumped the bricks of Hanoi These eyes were fervent for the Long Bien Bridge Old quarter’s map shown us West We sauntered the Independence Day streets We stopped, we looked, and we breathe…

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Originally posted on chester maynes:
  silly is herding, unscrupulous democracy exposed— what stupid facilities of stolen paraphernalia! sirens begin— footsteps loading the entrance, there, the uniformed men. one leg thumping, arms pounding the door, a tension of freaks, maddening.…

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