3 times 10 and 6, and a day.

littératuricide
Apr 19, 2008 at 4:21 AM
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It snowed, again. It rained and the streets flooded the tire treads rolling over the bones of the dead. The sun shone, and then it was cloudy, the grass grew, died, and the flowers in full bloom rotted and returned. In these passing season, the passing days, something grew and twisted, gnarled and crowded crept slowly across the skin. These scars piled up, the rings that marked the years, and still it turns. left to right, the wheels of the stars, the wheels of prayer, and the flags that were high in that parade are now trampled beneath our heels.

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[this is good]

keeps getting better and beter

I LUSH YOU

[c’est top]

i truly like your writings...

candy

[this is good]

This weaves and feints, like a boxer, between the literal and the metaphorical. Very elusive, yet at the same time very accessible.

i like it when you get philosophical - and when you play with (metaphorical) scale (the "tree"/skin thing)

I think this is one of the most beautiful things you have written...... It is rawer than the 'stories'..... i could feel you breathing through the words..... so very lovely.

3 times 10 and 6, and a day.

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