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Category: Life
killing dolphins, an antidote to evolution, impotent as unworshipped deity, the butchers go about their business.
& im sure that upon evenings, they too return, to families, loosen buckles, take dinner by the fireside, & chew with their mouths open; cradling infants upon their breast. shielding their innocence.
starlight glides upon the waves, constellations fearless in their immortality. & that humbling perspecacity of thought, that is haunting resonance, giving way to dull thud & echo, shields us from ourselves.
but hush, no more of that, for it is september, & the cull begins again. gerard 5 ~ november ~ 2009
9:03 PM
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