Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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The Flying Ship
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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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June
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- Jessica, A Really Nice Girlie.
- Electric Fence.
- If I Could Go.
- Act One: Where We Meet The Freshie And His Prey.
- Place Your Bids. Spin.
- The Sound Like Thunder
- Spine.
- How Do you Feel About Robots?
- I Just Read Some Of Your Blog Posts And I'm Concerned
- Bitten By A Serpent, I Walk Nine Steps.
- Its Fun To Play With Knives
- The Jumbled Rhyme of Sadness and Badness.
- Soul Collection Extraordinary
- Ghost Again.
- I'll Give This Post A Name Now.
- Lord of All Trash Deposits.
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June
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I think that you are very talented and I am sure you will find answers.
ReplyDeleteGhosts are mysterious and there are those who enjoy playing tricks, look for her significance to you life; have you seen her before? Is she dressed in a certain way? (i.e. a certain time period)
Keep blogging and I shall keep reading.