

GhostsGhosts Persistence of the MissingGhosts
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They are ghosts The persistence of the missing Translucent silhouettes of memory that hang like forgotten laundry slack against the sun
We are haunted by what we cannot forget what we cannot escape or remember clearly edges receding into the darkness grotesque limbs of a misbegotten dream
They are ghosts woven within the fabric of being silken strands strung between perception
and experience, near invisible until the sun sliding shadows, plucks them for a mome


Jesus met a sandwhichApon a sunny day, river bank way Jesus stood there, sleeping gracefully but along came a mexican, smelling of rumJesus met a sandwhich
"get out or stay out" spoke the mexican man Jesus rose to his feet, hair waving in the wind "never be I move, or shall death be yours", jeesus hissed "oh that is it fool, prepare to be none" the mexican was confident Jeeus bitchslapped the mexican witha fatal blow "if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen" shouted jeesus But jeesus just remembered, he was just on peyote and all this could be a hallucination Jeesus was righ, it wasn't a mexican, it was a sandw
a galerians drawer you
should draw more galerians
pictures i think your
excellent
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I'm Sailor Cawa defender of all things Cute and Happy, on behalf of Cheese I will Punish you!
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I'm Sailor Cawa defender of all things Cute and Happy, on behalf of Cheese I will Punish you!
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I'm Sailor Cawa defender of all things Cute and Happy, on behalf of Cheese I will Punish you!
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