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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa 
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my spit is ten years old suspended reflecting twenty years of sun (ghosts aren't real) landing on blue nylon. OKAY! ARE YOU HAPPY! semi-surprised eyes look from lapel to uncertainty turns to high pitched tone face recoiling bore aimed at me primitive sounds surrounds us a perfect, glistening globe emerges, and spins like a rainbow tinted with resignation landing on my cheek like a kiss from an insolent god. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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LMNOP New Member
since 2002-07-08
Posts 7NY, USA |
My commorancy assistant/concubine once articulated as you do so befittingly to me amid consumption. Nice... Thanks |
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idrift2u Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 60MD., USA |
Hey Brian! Good work!  , not sure what it means...I haven't posted any poems yet, not sure if I have anything good. Keep posting, and I'll keep critiquing...(sp?) Later |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Pretty strong stuff to ponder here Brian... landing on my cheek like a kiss from an insolent god. yep, that'll do it... Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
not really devina just some moronic boys spitting at each other on afterschool playground you know - chestbeating crap (i lost) On second reading it does seem more ominous than that sorry Thanks for reading BS. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Makes me want to watch 2001 and scratch my head,sayin' Huh? a lot.  (that movie'll do that to y')She said burn ... together. |
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