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Bliss
hiyeeee
pokarpokarpokar
What we may call Bliss
may in fact be borne of
the hell of our deepest imaginings
a place in which
all things are possible

funhouse
pokarpokarpokar
As I walk these halls
a funhouse of horrors greets me
a cosmic dance
a interplay of creaked linoneum
grime
and flourescence meeting shadow
in an endless recursion
which is also ever changing in nature with each step I take

a large man passes me by
all swagger and bounce and verve
steadily chewing upon ice chips
with his head held high

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pokarpokarpokar
Picture a statue in your mind, made of, iunno, bronze. The statue is, iunno, of a woman blindfolded with flowing robes about her, standing erect. She ain't got shit in her right hand, well, iunno. You decide.

She's holding something in her left hand. Well, not holding but more carrying. An apparatus of sorts. It's sort of like a scale, but there are two weights linked to these chains on opposite sides of the apparatus.

She is holding this apparatus at the exact midpoint.

The earth turns.

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pokarpokarpokar
i am black and i am neither long nor short but i have a measure. i have that which are called pistons within me but i do not have a caller. the butt end of me is both rounded and curved. i am pointed but i cannot say that i have a point. i am moved by my operator from place to place but i cannot say where i am. i operate at the discretion of my operator in a manner both slow and fast. at the present moment i am pointed N by NE. and my operator is asleep.

another creeps up behind him.
one who is similar to him but different.
the air is moved and are heard or not.

and then he wakes up.

wo
pokarpokarpokar

The New Rain
hiyeeee
pokarpokarpokar
Where the right eye of one man
  meets his reflection in another's
  contact can be said to have been made
  in that quiet moment where understanding occurs

Move by move they set their patterns
  With alternations of jabs, straights, feints and parries
  in choreographed fashion they dance
  2gether
  4ever

Bobby
hiyeeee
pokarpokarpokar
Commanding the black pieces
  he goes for the win
and as he plays
  he regards the position
       and the opposition
         and himself
         with eyes open
and as the button is pushed(?)
  conditional upon an action being taken
  minute amounts of it
    remain on his fingers
    or fly off into the air
    or become a part of him

(no subject)
hiyeeee
pokarpokarpokar
So I used to own a TeeVee. I smashed it cuz it had shit coverage. Y'know, I wasn't paying the cable bill and shit. Just thought I'd let you all know.

back
hiyeeee
pokarpokarpokar
I'm fine or at least I think that I'm fine given that, y'know, you never really know anything or sumshit.

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hiyeeee
pokarpokarpokar
gg

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