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12/28/03-Dusk and mournful loons then lost men confused on a meaning quest in the afternoon's sun avoiding yet seeking brown bears to slay dark matter deep sigh sadness vultures carcass circling texas dry river bed baking rising light being and now seeing from so great a height let us prey joking to express their lonesome aching barren brilliant moons forever distant receding yet never unbound running berserk running for the last train and with desperate disappointment watching as too far already it's pulled away...
12/1/03- Terrible times are coming dream mood trailing tresses into my day self experiences wet runoff across her thighs an asphalt apron replacing natural arroyo seasonal fifty-year-old carol recordings synthetic lies ringing out of retail speakers and sound systems all automated digitized no need for actual human voices my young niece cute and tiny neither religious nor a dad now here's irony I'm to be a godfather cool breeze yellow hued trees our best loved dog dying by degrees feeling the beat humming trying to learn complicated bass mozart and bach though it feels bad like I've got a mental block bother before imminent horror let's yet this full and complete very moment grok...
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