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Apr 06, 2009 11:00

we were braiding birdsongs into white noise
asleep in our horse drawn beds
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i want your flowers like
babies want god's love
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as a way of getting in touch with my origins
every night i set up the alarm clock
for the time i was born so that waking up
becomes a historical reenactment
...
Papa died Sunday and I understood 
All dead white boys say, "God is ( Read more... )

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hallock April 6 2009, 16:42:55 UTC
I doubt anyone writes on this thing enough anymore, but that line from "Sodom, South Georgia" has always been so striking to me.

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criscodisco99 April 6 2009, 20:07:18 UTC
yeah, that quote snuck in through my speakers as i was making that analgamation of quotes, and i had to stick it in.

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