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posted by bob-the-goat at 1:08 AM
Poet. Painter. AKA: "Unappeasable protester" -Nelson City Police. "Dangerous man"-the early days at the Women In Need Store. "Force of nature"- Blake Parker, etc.. Descendant of seven catholic saints, a very early Mormon (baptized by Joe Smith in 1833, died of Cholera near Winter Quarters Nebraska in 1850), Diverse Kings, Queens, Nobles,(England,Scotland, Ireland, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Sweden, Denmark, Ukraine, China, Jerusalem, Rome, and lots of Irish & Scottish peasants),Butchers, Bakers, Candle stick...Little humour. Have an insect for breakfast, invite David Icke. Once had six words published in the Rolling Stone: (garlic haiku/ purple garlic bulb/ edible pearl/ harbour/ -rolling stone sep 79)
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Are you available for comment oh u who screams at the hall
you got a minute, you captian of this cabin the ss titanic? all us fish are gawping at the bait you cast and for all that, fight, love, fuck, in caves and in castles my love my friends, you who will always be u'selves , imagine where you gone,eat what you give birth to....a generation of meat eatin cat lovin heart heart hearts oh bra.... you just kinda wasted . blessed . me precious time . and dont think twice, its alright
... for its so far, so far
we're all still here m'love, the light is what you ever knowed
Tim . for all that. and what robbie burns said, andmore. i was in that cave with you. how could words even touch that, but for it was, story evermore carried on the was and wind of high diving present. i meet you in the street and all i can do is cry. you gave and give me such bellyful reminders of the plain truth embodied in me.. and i am a rare thing. a collectore of bees wings. what happened was rare and fine and simple and god. life is finite. so sweet, ah, yes, i never got over how fine it was. nothing is erased, i grew up, it all is seasoned in the meat of the corned beast kichen. i cant' die before i bone the bones of your counter. you owe nothing to me but if story wants, I'll travel. I'd like to come visit you for a few days in Octobber is that amenable t yr schedulle? Ps I hope u still exist in the state of time that dances out death... and I love you, love you, love you, i hope you feel that.... total forever oh my gd love that comes from tides and caves and makers of fires....the simplest love, the belly of love, clear, plain, and fine as a dragonsfly wing. u know, you hint at, you live by.
all big and signficant, for the moment, A
A: See Ampersandrea for further...
I have many minutes, have not yet flown from the wire between birth and death and i too love you, love you and too hope you feel that...T
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