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plain poetry....

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this all leads to a fine nothing that grows... a hunger as the eyeball stares into vast "screen".....world wide waste...
occupying all the different sectors of this spread out, the draw out.... the mind gasps with the hurried exhalations.... hunger is art.... just as the feeding, the nourishing... there's always a something at the edge of lips that will flicker on and off like yesterdays lightbulb.... some must move it well, or just leave it hang... it's all up in the air...
this is the online arcade... in other words there are so many who use it....