November 2011
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Nov 29th
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Dear Erithacus Rubecula,
aghostinthelatrine: Are we stone and ripple? Who is which; stone or ripple? Or are we all ripples rippling? No way to know except in stilling; sinking silly. we have better games to play than diving for stones Dear J.I.M., We are probably both stone, both ripple, changing at times. You might be more of a stone to me, I rippled through your stone-being combined with the enormous rocks of dead...
Nov 29th
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crocheting
needle mask scarf scarf weedle mask task flask needle scarred carve weedle mask (cast) feeding martyr ward wand scarred the martyr ward carved a weedle mask whilst feeding the scarred weedle ward feeded the masked martyr
Nov 29th
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phone
ring mother taxes taxes king mother bother brother ring axes max taxi king moth (bath) thing axis math Max the Max’s axis thing was the king moth of maths
Nov 29th
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tea
tasty cranberry water water mutter cranberry can, merry taste hasty flutter ran carry ten blurry curry laced I ran carrying ten blurry laced flutters I ran fluttering ten carried blurry laces I ran carrying ten blurry curry dishes
Nov 29th
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Nov 28th
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“‘Trolls call me moon of dwelling-Rungnir, giant’s...”
– Bragi Boddason (translation by Anthony Faulkes)
Nov 28th
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Dear ray of light not shining on the dying tree near my window, You should have carried that Norwegian longboat of yours all the way to the Northern Pacific Railway. You should have danced on the canadian borderline inhaling the thick stench of a fresh poutine dish. You should have bathed in the Great Lakes and danced on the grave of Tom Thomson. You should have hugged the grounds where once lived...
Nov 28th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 26th
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“Cutting the lemon the knife leaves a little cathedral: alcoves unguessed by...”
– fragment of “A lemon” - P. Neruda
Nov 26th
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Nov 25th
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Nov 25th
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Nov 22nd
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Nov 22nd
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“a funeral pyre where subjectivity casts itself off into orgasm”
– Ten Thresholds (via aghostinthelatrine)
Nov 20th
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Nov 20th
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Nov 20th
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Nov 20th
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Nov 20th
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Ze zijn overal, want iedereen hangt het aan. Ze liggen onder de openbare scanners, zodat niemand anders aan de beurt zal zijn, besmeren de glazen platen met afscheiding zodat iedere scan een structuur van het resultaat van de hebberige, overmatig aanwezige, zelfzuchtige, dikke glitterhomo’s zal bevatten.
Nov 20th
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Nov 20th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 15th
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Nov 15th
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Nov 15th
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Nov 14th
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Nov 14th
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Nov 13th
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Nov 13th
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Nov 13th
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Nov 12th
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Nov 12th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 1st
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