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It's never the same
again

Beau Blogging the Blues Away

Glenn as Umeboshi - the Idea of North

.......

i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead

STOP

AND NOW, RELEASED FROM THE FOSTERING CARE OF MEN WITH PENS BEHIND THE EARS, OR OF MEN WITH GOLD LACE ON THE SLEEVES, THEY WERE LIKE THOSE LIFELONG PRISONERS WHO, LIBERATED AFTER MANY YEARS, DO NOT KNOW WHAT USE TO MAKE OF THEIR FREEDOM.

JOSEPH CONRAD, ``AN OUTPOST OF PROGRESS''

by Edna Saint Vincent Millay

The Anguish

I would to God I were quenched and fed
As in my youth
From the flask of song, and the good bread
Of beauty richer than truth.

The anguish of the world is on my tongue.
My bowl is filled to the brim with it; there is more than I can eat.
Happy are the tootless old and the toothless young,
That cannot rend this meat.

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Great STOP Where? STOP When? STOP Godot, please be there, too, so I don't have to wait any longer :-) STOP

I am waiting for Godot so had you
Rabbi

we're going to have brunch instead. you're all invited.

STOP Your autoerotic poet is missing an "h". Also by cliche? STOP Clarify STOP Then let's have dinner

STOP Let's figure out first who's going to have dinner with whom STOP

Hark. A telegrammophone.

My friend the poet is into autoerotic aspyxiation by cliche. Spiral spiral limpid languid arabesque cliche.