One Times Onenot. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and lfie safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
--electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born--pitty poor flesh
and trees, pour stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopless case if--listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; lets go.
-ee cummings
I might have a new favorite poem
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Let's make sex!
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c h a n g e
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I held out my finger through the bars. You reached out and curled your tiny fingers around me, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.
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Be we, DADA, don't agree with them, for art isn't serious, I assure you, and if we reveal the crime so as to show that we are learned denunciators, it's to please you, dear audience, I assure you, and I adore you.
--monsieur antipyrine's manifesto
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I held out my finger through the bars. You reached out and curled your tiny fingers around me, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.
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Be we, DADA, don't agree with them, for art isn't serious, I assure you, and if we reveal the crime so as to show that we are learned denunciators, it's to please you, dear audience, I assure you, and I adore you.
--monsieur antipyrine's manifesto
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I held out my finger through the bars. You reached out and curled your tiny fingers around me, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.
I was on a role of baby pictures for a while... I've got to upload some more. It just takes so much time!
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I held out my finger through the bars. You reached out and curled your tiny fingers around me, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.
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