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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Blessphemy

Like Jesus’ bone was Mary’s nine
Born hard
She did not have to lose hers
nor he his

It felt better than God
Posted by Link at 3:22 PM

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      • Phineaus the Hypochondriac
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      • Alone (in the crowd)
      • The Ontological Proof for the Existence of Love
      • Space
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      • On How Information Cannot Decrease In the Universe
      • Of Me
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      • Not a Pervert but not a Poet either
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      • My Suicide Letter
      • Lucretius or, lame poetry
      • Fucking Zen up
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      • Borges Must Die

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