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    The Writer's Block

    The burlap sack that held his old Ithaca .22 had been all but worn down to the cleaved side of his hollow perch. "God Damn Cotten Eye Joe's I don't know where there coming from...

    "Only the Repententant Man shall pass", sulking into the infantized muffle of thou monolithic echo of yesteryears.

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    The soiled nature nuture of the berserk intuitive lamentations: Roiling picturesque notions of what should have been done.. Weeping and beduing their cloth to confronting inevitable wars within. Battles afront but battles waged to the notion of self preservation and Freudianistic escapism.

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    Sól to the Sun. Sun's touch the souls. Luna of the Ultra Violet waves and particulates cascading to the dance of perpetually raped systems of chaotic lust of the eccentricities of creative values.
    Language has fallen short..
    Thou polychromatic functions of Grecian Fundamentals I Seek.. Leave short the Ureka moment for callous but carefully placed formalities..

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