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Thoughts in France 1 We act as if we are constrained inside palace walls, Or prison walls, what is the difference? These rooms are built...

She gets drunk by herself She lights candles and lays in the dark She watches the world slowly spin around Whirling beautiful Loud music...

Solitude is solitude is solitude But today I know not solitude Nor will I know it tomorrow or the next day I did not know it yesterday...

Word: Conchoidal Conchoidal doesn’t sound pretty, it sounds geometric like sinusoidal and math is anything but beautiful. Math is like...

I want my calypsos to be like Bokonon's. I want my mouth to say provocative words like Allen Ginsberg's. I want people to cry for me like...

Fluorescent light Curl up in a ball and Scream at the bodies that Walk unblinkingly past and D own the street and Out of your line of...