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Ears who wrinkle
The names you hear are the poems you rear, cast 'round the errant ways of earway mainstays, pathways, messages at bay, away from lips, radios, and their grandmother's forgotten teeth; anomaly...
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The Clock Watchmen
A timid clock bellows the heaviest, to us a yield for not one breath but many, the density of death taught not the clock the shock of endings or the bemusing whistle of time’s cold weavings. The clock...
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World Envy
You want to know something. In particular, a something that will invariably make navigation of a Planet as pleasurable and securely-trodded as possible. It’s not a very large planet, but it is a green...
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Mother Sun / Mother Moon
Mother is a figure of Worlds, The Creator of possibilities; And the Knower of the Real Mother spells the Truth... Read more The post Mother Sun / Mother Moon appeared first on A weedy florilegium. ∅
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Notes on Fully Distributed Non-local Process Markets
Beatnote is a virtual music marketplace that turns everyday music service urls into coupon and rewards urls. Share great talent, earn “beatworthies”. Beatnote might functions as a module to mplifyr,...
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Donald Trump is a foul knob
Trump exists to prove the cosmic joke that anything a Black man can do, a White man can do better.No one cares. Bitcoin is actually fixing problems. Coders are actually bringing about the servers and...
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Saying ’Thanks’ Anywhere, Anywhen
A blog post written for LoveStamp, back when I was CTO for the company: There are two types of tippers in the world: tribal and pragmatic. Let Ribbonfarm explain: Pragmatic tippers explain the...
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Yes, I believe in President
Why not believe in God? You believe in The President? Is it that “The President” is more explicit?—? Are We The People really that shallow?! The President is the guy who is the President, clearly. For...
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Alone under My City
When they scowl at me, and tell me about My City’s culture, and look at me like I do not belong, and try to talk jazz about gentrification, or justify their art, or their noise-maker, or their grief,...
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Day all night
A salient whisper from unusable winds peers through spirits' guard and armor, a lamp shivering from condensation building rivers about its surface steel, if only the night could dream in deals gone...
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