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CuningLinguist
Over 90 days ago
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United States
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Maybe no one can distinguish which voice is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk, because he calls with the same rising frequency, the same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use as they cling to the high leaves in the glowing dust of the oaks.

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I acknowledge my status as a stranger:Inappropriate clothes, odd habits out of sync with wasp and wren

Favorite Books
Umberto Eco

Favorite Movies
French New Wave
Jean-Luc Godard's New Wave film Breathless (1960)

Favorite Music
Frank Vincent Zappa
Igor Fyodorovich Stravinsky
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I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris

I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris

I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris, I assume avuncular circumspect over her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows my smoldering sun. Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend, Ornithes Arei...

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