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such foolish things we bring. like the bric-a-brac of antiquity. sea shells and moist things. the smells of spoilt alcohol and dreams. and the memory of the sun setting in the palms of men..
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speak to the dark angels
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speak to the dark angels
posted by Russell CJ Duffy at Wednesday, November 30, 2005
4 Comments:
i loved the reference to the sun. sounds like something neruda wrote.
trans>>>now there is a poet.
I WILL talk to the dark angels. I love the "memory of the sun setting on the palms of men" How specific yet randomn!
sirbarrett>>>thanks. doriandra is away but back soon then watch the randomness really flow!
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