byronius
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Tue Nov-17-09 08:19 PM
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phoenix is a hellhole now full of red monsters but once upon a time there were blue flowers jeff and burton loved what oss and oeric wrote on psilocybin spaceships and conscious helpful fungi the compost pile at marty’s house under pharaoh’s golden eye tended to by mister orange and pressed into the boxes grew knowledge groves at sixty-five and bags and bags of music bound released a day upon the rim in pounding stony leaping grins i was there.
phoenix hotter than the sun and irving tries to play like one with catshat hulking next to him the frightened artist turns it out the boxes push out rows and rows but now the state is nearing closed the merry pranksters grin and run and pack the caps in irving’s van now in the trees and brilliant streams all boulder’s loves and boulder’s dreams with ax and hux and scores of lux they plant the beauties once again and while the flowers bloom at night the leaping and the dancing’s right the singing and the playing roars for years were only open doors they walked through.
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Fri Nov-20-09 06:22 PM
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This is very nice, full of great imagery, and sights and sounds and smells...
And that mysterious quality that we call poetry...
Thank you!
:hi:
Do post some more, OK?
You can post non-erotic stuff in the Lounge, too...
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byronius
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Sat Nov-21-09 05:06 AM
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2. CaliforniaPeggy, thank you for that compliment. |
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From you, it means a great deal.
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