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I held out my hands, closed my eyes, felt the heartbeat of stars dysthymic rhythm of war-torn dreams one shot beyond where my eyes...

The nurse muses: Residue of athletic prowess lives in different bodies in different ways, sometimes serving as a scrawny testament to...

Schizophrenic banshees know Castaneda didn’t find the mother path to god. naked forms fly dying into night, the dance of darkness...