Friday, 03 April 2009

  • repetition

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    so the other day i met this girl, this girl, with black black eyes, yes, eyes so black and yes, this girl turned those black eyes to me, those eyes, black eyes in a white face, to me, turned to me, the other day she turned and looked at me and spoke, mouth opening, speaking, open-mouth white face with those black, black eyes, yes, she said she shouldn't, shouldn't, but, oh, black eyes, white face, open mouth, she did. she did.

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    nothing left: no bombs, no bunkers. no last bastion of civilization, no ruins, rubble, no pried-up floorboards. nothing left. no skyscrapers scrubbed down to infrastructure, no sun, no stars, no sky. no dust, no detritus, no wind to blow the dust that isn't. nothing left. no streets, no paths, no ground, no grass, no stunned expressions, no last gasp, no breath of nostalgia. no whimper. nothing left.

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