well, in the beginning, i can tell you
were the politics of madness
worship of smog & wealth & machines
fragments from the birth of a
solar system
the stuff that’s summoned in temples
pharmaceuticals
deep sea calculations
& the self was a strange object
see & speak & breathe obedience
the passengers on the highway
are men
May the Pharmaceutical be with you,
and all those who go to sea in boats.
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Haha 😂 and also with you!
In the name of the Father
and of the Son
and of the Patron Saint of Tugboats
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Ugh, this is so good, how very dare you do this to people?
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Ah, thank you very much! I’m flattered you feel that way.
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The beginning of the solar system, Rome, religion, this poem seems a beginning: will there be more?
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Hmmm. I hadn’t thought of it that way…but you’re right. I suspect there will be. I hope you have a great weekend!
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I love your creations. 🦋
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Thank you so much!
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The self will always be a strange object. Only to see, hear and speak.
Love the words with the collage 😍
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Hope it just does not remains the same.
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I hope there are better days ahead, too. Thank you for the kind words.
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Pleasure 😊
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