1 the blue's not real(however has been real.just over()dreams()enthusiast icrantings yello also whiteness over bl(emphasized )eeding bleach(y flesh) ings/the beach on the other hand offers copious momounts of beige fawn brown from the sewage outfall colours the crystal sandings Lazily( emissions )from the black heart of britain sound( searing) -a blood of it's own true volition
2 like the soi-disant sun this so-distant son of kinds, pretender to the frown Of recurrent nightmares luged(the loop now) redolent or opport uni tie sun seized -hello- I've come to invade your lebens raum-the painfall full -fold wretched breathed bee nee them solves crypt iclues Igloos in mind the ice-floed trip-tych dalliance issued in west- send palare polari polaris polar eyes polarized, the planet Venus as moaning star hangs darkling.
3 I ran blue dyed through the streets home(out of the fire and into the frying pan) yolk-following the slimy trail of the snail Destiny wrote of following where the heart leads or was it against or was it bleeds? The shell cracked for sure and out oozed four flights of fancy; 1. they throw interesting shapes 2. an Angel and a Devil 3. damn this insularity 4. damn this insularity.
4 faith throws us further apart Fate draws us closer away BLOOD lovesablinkoftheeyerend ersthisworldunconscious of religious fervour LIFE laps upon shores further away. That you can miss. or saunter past (passed) over We will never find it.
5 the Widow.Love alive in shagpile me hurting you shipping the pink misfortune that is sea and every shoreshape that surrounds(it)baby mist in deliquescent(mystery ) bodies foam unrestful souls with an axe to grind sparks splinter off every which way but towards the true stars that blind pretty deluge of unknown constellations drug me down and now I slumber peacefully beneath a duvet of crimson clotting death breath
6 tan the yapping of oak bruised to extract fallen from the beige very bright unbedded the colour of wool fawn a young monster it's call a wilting yellow chocalate a paste or hard cake dark brown is the menstrual sienna or natural stillbirth which provides burnt pigs ochre o'olock where it should have been sepia incline to red or yellow mix it sunburn to somebathe or roast
7 snatches a day -glo lie m.rinse ?the myriad cluster)pin kandy ellow(bombs of crocii bluster ,sir (h)ated edges in sunfloweryellower violet:the violencesignorbreath neon(s) for the gotten time . Silk and sanch(o)north wind blue the doorshut justlike silver whoremarks ;the(G)old(en) dustface mask crinkles in the celestial palm of90( born where nasturtiums wilt ).
8 Easter poem the garden tools Jerusalem a visual aid * MonApr494 * stopped six years of finest grade dust * Blueyed * (unadorned?) unAmeri can * old gaze (two short one tall )next in lime -the pickling jars and russed * dipper the headswim thought crank can * what the sewage gems mussed
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Date: Wed, 6 Dec 1995 13:57:43 -0400
To: Jukka Lehmus <firstname.lastname@example.org>
From: email@example.com (Forrest Richey)
Subject: CyberGrail [Mark I]
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