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星期五

All day I spent feeling Friday the 13th it was an ominous day something bad is to happen yet every day something bad happens this time it felt specifically aimed at me mass hysteria → though the winds rocked the … Continue reading

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saiqueado

In my blood runs Tijuas Caló Whether Espanglish Or Spanglish Them beats Pound dirt flesh Like a Smith Hierro Fierro A fuego Con ritmos turiquean y parlan netas a madrazos en el anvil We knew before thee güiri güiri wordsmith … Continue reading

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derrames de ramajes

hace viento sé el follaje mece a su merced corre por ái un dicho sobre quién mece a los arboles yo quizá pero no cuando llueve las hojas frondosas de la primavera acumulan agua solo para hacer llover de nuevo … Continue reading

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adamantium

the nihilist virus wants to renew itself forever it wants a life and an imagination to last a lifetime to reinvent itself to gut till it tires alloveragain ceaselessly a joy bug who pukes in delight .

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de esas de aquellas

Mis huesos Vivieron En el Valle Hasta el cansancio Y La Voz del Pueblo Esquiniaba Contra Kawuila De a buche Habría que pedirlos Para poder saborear Bien las 2am y wachar El farol de luces Recaer sobre las costras De … Continue reading

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秋霜 Qiūshuāng

In my bathroom mirror there are a couple of white hairs clinging to its surface. They bring my existence to a head as I am reminded of my autumn frost as the Chinese are wont to say. I find them … Continue reading

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dire

Streets of N. This autumn 2016. The weather is fine, here in N. As I was about to walk & cross the cobblestone street to step unto the sidewalk in the narrow stretch of public terrain & a public road … Continue reading

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Orar por el mal

I asked God if he could take a a second to pardon Satan Evil that Love conquer over Hate So that Evil’s restlessness come to a rest so that we may live in peace then I feared Evil Satan itself … Continue reading

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Tipuloidea

⨧ espanta ver su tamaño ⨢ tan tranquila aguardando tiempo ⨐ quisiere usar la aspiradora ⨒ el instinto desechar fealdad ⪃ ganas dan ese momento ⩼ al mismo tiempo que le asalta ⩻ preocupación a uno ⩺ ¿qué comerá? ⩹ … Continue reading

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