'But tell me this people of the future, Does man, that marvel of the universe, that glorious paradox who sent me to the stars still make war on his brother? Keep his neighbor's children starving?'
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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- If You Don't Already Like Me, Don't Read This; It ...
- You Are My Cure.
- Whipy-Chipper.
- Blasphemy.
- Knick Trick Flick Stick Slick.
- Re: "Why this world isn't illusion." Jason Drake
- Natural Is Not Synonymous With Good.
- I Get A Feeling
- I'm Not Happy About That.
- Thank You For Your Prejudice.
- Cry For Me And I'll Believe You
- Cast Away This Mortal Skin.
- Piss Off.
- Ship's Last Log.
- We Are The Light In The Darkness Of Mere Being.
- Really, I Should Be Thankful, But I Just Can't Fin...
- Last And Greatest Creation Of God.
- The Truth.
- Stop Calling Me.
- Not I.
- Homo Sapiens, more like Homo Puerilis.
- Zooben Cool and Other Words
- Joel, You Handsome Man.
- Her Lord Smackieness
- Extraneous Stupid Wonderment.
- Shame.
- But No-One Would Believe Me.
- Recreational Thinking Tips.
- Mortal People.
- Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
- Highschool.
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