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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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- 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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