A word reader, a word weaver, has 100 syllables
that is why even a sentimental mystic can readily
proclaim wisdom. Second love sounds like the
stinging fringe of sanctity and I created my birth
day just before my fifteenth resurrection / phlegm
arousing hearts to learn of business. Currently they
live in cotton background, breaking headlines, the
latest. It is a very peculiar expression: here the poet
ends words–sunlight shining efficient and so does
concrete. Lose me behind buildings and keep it real

We feed, we’re food. 

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 In Bloop Festival, Ibiza, 2013.

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