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"NOT."

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we will be selling poor shape at zine dream in toronto.
sunday august 29th @ the tranzac
http://www.zinedream.com/2010.html

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"we shall see" what
this greater quiet means

candy-breath (or
isn't) sits
in caprice
sunglasses
and striking demonstration
=.-....in the morning scratched
that old unexplored lump
in our throat
(and your back corrects and)

rediscovered
all or nothing

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the swallowed truth,
to a statistical "YES!" to everything.

funny, things
change (or don't)

but somehow, the
better one for it
is still worse off.

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and i felt your gaze on the back of my neck and your fingers through my hair. and i felt your breath on my shoulder and your hand on my leg. and i felt my liver collapse and my heart fall into my stomach. and i felt a pulsing under my lips and a twitch under my eyeball. and i felt liquid fill my lungs and blood dripping from my kneecaps. and i felt knives up my spine and scratches on my throat.
and i felt complete.

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day-to-day arranged to-do's and then
what often happens, happened

(coffee cup reaches teeth,
clinks in irritability)

colorless as the libertine's non-blush
and all points touching failure
careless in habit, all correct and
(marked gestures)
please, don't call me comrade

own adages suddenly less innocent,
more (thoughtfully) orderly
as if we're starting just
to reach the ending.

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TOO SCARED TO SLEEP
TOO SCARED TO SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS

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I NEVER SAID NEVER.

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for the times you wake up in the morning and regret it.

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ACCEPTING YOUR CURSE OF ETERNAL REFLECTION AND CHRONIC REMISSION BY SOURCING NEW MATERIAL FOR FUTURE SORROW AND FUTURE REGRET.

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we never needed you.

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toomuchtimewastedonsomethingthatneverhappened

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face down in a cool breeze

a reaching-sky maxim
proceeding in praise
of the platonic

your state of permanent preparedness,
sensibly not-too-happy by
inevitable necessity ( -
of a grateful public face

(the voluntary
couldn't interest me)
like a brick through
the window of dismal predictabilty