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mutiny

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Jun 2004 · Edited 3 Jan 2005 · 7 comments

I'm off to sea now that the singular days of summer the hard light days the blinding white rays are here. barefoot inevitable slipping the stowaways barely move under the weight of invisible galactic terror polly is calling captain future come in captain future can't you read me? entwined in ripe planks, a crow's nest above the black freighter my lifeboat constructed from cadavers of faulty reasoning. guilty / not guilty your honour. you saw but the vaulting crater'd backs of secret sea beasts. looks like its to be the pirate's life for me not guilty by (voided) reason of in- san- ity.

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[n/a] Bill Z Bub 7-Jun-04/11:44 PM Reply

Lock up your silverware, I'm back.

[9] SupremeDreamer › Bill Z Bub 10-Jun-04/8:45 PM Reply

I was wondering if I perhaps should have hunted you down to disturb your hibernation. Welcome back, and take this blessing of nine- I liked the poem, but the line breaks made it a bit confusing, though I suspect that was your intention, somewhat.

[8] INTRANSIT 8-Jun-04/5:47 AM Reply

I like it, therapy or not. good to see you again.

Not sure about being entwined in planks.

I flat out don't understand the therapy line. Don't change it yet. Imma thinkin'. Prelim 8

[8] sliver 8-Jun-04/4:02 PM Reply

I tink I can see it.

[8] <~> 8-Jun-04/6:43 PM Reply

welcome back, bub.

[8] INTRANSIT › <~> 8-Jun-04/7:04 PM Reply

how you doin,<~>?

[10] horus8 5-Jan-05/1:21 AM Reply

What's up pimp.