pmh
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9/4/2006 9:03:51 PM
the dream of a thousand tornadoes
there was curled up pain
and unsuccessful backflips
buckled over fetal grasps
and semi-conscious double-dares
while surrounding this
immediately personal scene
of failed attempts and misery
was an ever-dropping and
breathing black ceiling
there were gathering crowds
and the fear of impending devastation
and the anticipation of
a terrific show
and when the fuck-you funnels
started shooting to the ground
one man's simple internal pain
became as important as a
hundred crushed earwigs
people in the path of these
stabbing tornadoes were disappeared
and destroyed, sucked up like
from lights of a spaceship, and a
ruined world became the sharper
focus. fuck personal pain
take care of yr world.
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