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Para Metres (Concrete) by Blue Magpie

The paranormal paralyses --- So the saner soul lives through disguises, a fact storm in an empty mind; logorrhea saves the blind informivorish parasites devouring life in mega bites. In Paraguay the peon praises, as parallel his hands he raises, the paradigm that shifts his sight, the parasol that makes him right, parading dream-like paramecia, life in eternal paramnesia. Did paratroopers paragliding park your thinking in a siding, for paralytic wills partaking, of the fantasies they’re making? Apparently, reports a journal, such apparitions are quite normal. Within the mind where parallax is there often follows parataxis. Then paraphrasing parakeets pronounce in parabolic tweets like paragons gone paranoid some parashah you must avoid. A paraclete that lives in locks might help you find, among these rocks, some paradise in paradox; some freedom from the ticking clocks, and for your future, in a box, some trousers and a pair of socks.

Blue Magpie 25-May-03/3:49 AM
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