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The Sanctified Surrealist (Free verse) by Ketiak Carry sense, indescribable
elation of invigorating invitations.
Back there => Leap to the essence,
easy breathing.
easy weeping. I
make it happen through Him. Love beyond life.
Summon, not Golem but Him.
I want coal to cleanse,
purge me to see.
See you. Fake not, want not.
Every make a maker's
dream.
Love You. Love You. Love You.
Up the ladder:
I'll Miss You
Down the ladder:
When the morning sun arises
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Posted: July 9, 2002 7:57 PM PDT; Last modified: July 9, 2002 7:57 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.0555553 Overall Rank: 13338 Comments:
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23-Jul-02/9:27 AM
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please someone explain this poem, for I do not get it.
can't help you there, kipahni..I like the bit with the Golem, though.
It's obviously a television in a t.v in a fishtank drawing of god's left testicle accompanied by the sound of jesus shitting his loin cloth fifteen feet above his splattered minions you simpled minded twitss
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