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I have watched / the clouds turn / to bones and grow / heavy, dropping / to the ground to / be gnawed / by relentless dogs.

This does not / mean we are rising.

A serious weblog.

At this hour, what is dead is restless / and what is living is burning.

Man is man was man will be gregarious and solitary, he will be because it is his nature to he will be because he has a mind to and even once more it is more and more and more as if he wants to.

My Amazon Wishlist

Here’s a bit of literal wish-fulfillment: My Amazon Wishlist. If you want to make my day, feel free to get me anything off this. I’ll send a handwritten Thank You card.