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There has been nothing nothing for days the fields are absent of light no use for wheat hands or huskers blank space for us takers finally the lord of written language thumbed through his yellowed files and fulfilled the scriptures the hardy godless slit their ankles and bled and sung in tongues I confessed my sins in the white space above a urinal after days of cleansing a few of us hiked into the belly of Scorpion Canyon we purified water established systems and customs clumsy silverbacks t...

There has been nothing nothing for days the fields are absent of light no use for wheat hands or huskers blank space for us takers finally the lord of written language thumbed through his yellowed files and fulfilled the scriptures the hardy godless slit their ankles and bled and sung in tongues I confessed my sins in the white space above a urinal after days of cleansing a few of us hiked into the belly of Scorpion Canyon we purified water established systems and customs clumsy silverbacks t...

you beautiful women in the moon this is an illusion for I revolve around you I am Mountain Time I am the ocean tide sweet shape shifter this night you wear a fingernail figure men have surveyed your surface put up flags and left frozen footprints they then retreated to the island of blue I would never do that to you when you are full, orange glow the jealous sculptor is prostrate with envy he regrets how long he left you in the kiln you shine brighter than any intricate Mosaic or thorny Cruc...

you beautiful women in the moon this is an illusion for I revolve around you I am Mountain Time I am the ocean tide sweet shape shifter this night you wear a fingernail figure men have surveyed your surface put up flags and left frozen footprints they then retreated to the island of blue I would never do that to you when you are full, orange glow the jealous sculptor is prostrate with envy he regrets how long he left you in the kiln you shine brighter than any intricate Mosaic or thorny Cruci...

you beautiful women in the moon this is an illusion for I revolve around you I am Mountain Time I am the ocean tide sweet shape shifter this night you wear a fingernail figure men have surveyed your surface put up flags and left frozen footprints they then retreated to the island of blue I would never do that to you when you are full, orange glow the jealous sculptor is prostrate with envy he regrets how long he left you in the kiln you shine brighter than any intricate Mosaic or thorny Cruci...