Subconcious Birthday of Death
movingfinger
Posts: 117
My dreams talk to Gregory Corso
I venture with him,
hitchhiking on a highway of bombs
that spread across
the pages of america.
My conscience howls
and i murmur a soft regret
as i reach heaven and become
infused in the sticky syrup;
transforming and finally escaping
I venture with him,
hitchhiking on a highway of bombs
that spread across
the pages of america.
My conscience howls
and i murmur a soft regret
as i reach heaven and become
infused in the sticky syrup;
transforming and finally escaping
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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