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giganticjet: Poem - everything is full
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Tuesday, June 23, 2015. Poem - everything is full. Or just a bit of room. But for a few things. Of a day that is sad. Or ideas of nobody. Space for end of. Or gonna or was. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm a cartoonist, illustrator, writer, and artist. I do a lot of other things, but that'll do for now. Hey what's up with that? View my complete profile. Prayers From This Place. Secret Treasure Map to Fabulous Riches.
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giganticjet: Poem - i need a frame for your picture
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Tuesday, July 14, 2015. Poem - i need a frame for your picture. I need a frame for your picture. The portrait it is here on the blanket. That covers part of my desk. Red and white stripes. Like the zen you wore. When i met you and had no idea. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm a cartoonist, illustrator, writer, and artist. I do a lot of other things, but that'll do for now. Hey what's up with that? View my complete profile.
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giganticjet: Poem - on a martian autumn day / we will play cards
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Monday, July 20, 2015. Poem - on a martian autumn day / we will play cards. On a martian autumn day. We will play cards. And see how the garden. Is doing the trees. Imitating the waves of. We will talk about. How the travel has changed us. The long dark journey. Before us we look. Into the belts of jupiter. We look to the next. Star with where to go. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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giganticjet: Poem - i'm only angry if i think i'm someone
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Wednesday, June 24, 2015. Poem - i'm only angry if i think i'm someone. I'm only angry if i think i'm someone. Who had something to be angry about. And it was happening for real. And i was the center of attention in the dream. And whatever happened was important. Like a prize of a hundred singing harmonica fish. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Prayers From This Place. Poem - i can sometimes watch people.
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giganticjet: July 2015
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Monday, July 20, 2015. Poem - on a martian autumn day / we will play cards. On a martian autumn day. We will play cards. And see how the garden. Is doing the trees. Imitating the waves of. We will talk about. How the travel has changed us. The long dark journey. Before us we look. Into the belts of jupiter. We look to the next. Star with where to go. Sunday, July 19, 2015. Poem - her name is kuntozangmo / the primeval mother. How w...
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giganticjet: Poem - her name is kuntozangmo / the primeval mother
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Sunday, July 19, 2015. Poem - her name is kuntozangmo / the primeval mother. I met the source. Of all time and space. Her name is kuntozangmo. She looked like pamela anderson. Her body would flow in and out. Of her own mouth. She reclined on a nice couch. I sat by her. She smiled at me. With some fine wrinkles around her eyes. How nothing external has any fixed characteristics. By demonstrating a host of objects. And i felt better.
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giganticjet: February 2015
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Poem - i have been out with the stars. I have been out with the stars. And i ate with them. They told me we are small. That talk so much. Poem - time halted and became one / i saw william blake at the window. Tranquilly we relit the stars. And they burned brighter than before. Seized by our imagination. Passing between one or the other. As if in a field full of flowers. Bejeweled in feeback of ions.
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giganticjet: November 2014
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Tuesday, November 25, 2014. I Am the One That You Left Behind. I am the one you left behind. I am the one you're not thinking of. People think they know the answers. Because they come to mind. But I am the one that you left behind. I am the one that is deep inside. A measureless truth beyond all size. Journey more than 10,000 miles,. I'll still be at your side. For I am the one that you left behind. It comes before your pride.
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giganticjet: Poem - on the second floor of a rambling victorian house - this means we are family
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Thursday, June 25, 2015. Poem - on the second floor of a rambling victorian house - this means we are family. I had a dream i was sleeping. On the second floor of a rambling victorian house. That was painted white inside with brown carpet. It was gracefully falling apart. Due to age and use. The rooms were bright and bare. With the expected scrollwork and wood details. Smothered under many layers of paint as to hint. I edit cartoon...
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giganticjet: January 2015
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This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western. Wednesday, January 28, 2015. Poem - every sunrise shows / the world is new. The world is new. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. Poem - and she can arise from any place. The moon looked like a banana. And the star a fleck of foam. I found a tiger striped shell. As it was getting darker. The side scalloped like where. A miniature venus began life. The sand here is mixed with. Action figure arms and other plastic. I adore her any season.
