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Roxie Powell |
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JUST LET ME FLUSH PLEASE Did we wake up today Jump into the wilderness at our feet tear through thorn bushes and now God finds us sitting here all tuckered out She gets only a grunt after flashing her aura and we think Hold on, I'm about finished. ESCHATOLOGY Toward another end where once begun we've given thought And thinking wonder what it was that was and what was not-couldn't we at least know that? Tomorrow, after mass, after the remnant of my body suppurates quietly below the deepest visions of awareness My dog, who is now dead, will rise up and swallow me. And I shall perk up immediately and announce to the vapor that I have been taken and that all my dog could have swallowed was my thought. |