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effort
努力 once a year my home is filled with water it seeps through the floorboards and underneath the carpet the books i’ve left on the floor are erased by the rising tide the gentle water is unbiased in what it takes and I will salvage what it may not recognize Print by Hiroshi Yamazaki Heliography 01
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November
11月 // needless filters, cheap champagne i can read your mind because I’ve felt the same November rain killed the cherry tree when you read my mind are you seeing the ghost or me // Print by Shomei Tomatsu Untitled
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Þess á milli / lyric of familiarity
¹ in the middle of the night you had just finished sleeping ² you called it meaningful time though i left it at evening ¹ still I chose not to fight, your mind had just split in two ² there’s no love in the light yet you still make do ¹ i’ll give you reasons to stay so…
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skeletons
the liturgy of men was once like this: we disguised our features in a way that seemed more curious it was nature to be less genuine, and the earth malformed these creatures to be a little bit too sensitive although we’re flesh and skeleton we trade gods for rank and social irrelevance Print by Hiroshi…
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i’m the less likely
資本主義が私たちを破壊する “�)��ؚ “ to walk in this world knowingly, p1 ��͓�)pJß]u1´¸ª}gș6 ↓↓↓ @SL2з ∉ê˟#+X ˣ3“ is to sacrifice your sons崣 {.]\t=4˴ 9″∞∞¦¤z/ݲOnI1 I walk aside my features ℘5⊄h!|r”ac- “ ” ^46545^=~“now ask me if i’m free +��BU&yH2̓) ^5∉Ú ººº ½¦¦ i’m the less likely “\82wjEbYLkU:#5шF� ŠŒwh^“i’m your son`㛁�K Print by Yutaka Takanashi The Beatles
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-ANALOGOUS HYMNALS Pg. 23
ANALOGOUS HYMNALS for the CHURCH OF THE HOLY GHOST Father, gracious, please be still / I am awash in the wave of my last dry spell Lord, most precious, let me see / something to bide the time between the ghost and me OH, the god of my fathers I’m playing the part / yet…
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FE. MDLXIII. / In Death Mine’s the Fury
My strength, now a chasm, once great, now the city resides in me, yes, now as I am falling out I see the comedy of the Greek Virgil speaks, “He hath himself accused”, the proliferation of my sins in short time, I am used With rams blood around my neck I hear but cannot discern,…
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-, Rota Fortunae
We withdrew I heard her voice in Ramah on lights last day, first conceived now delusions of a forbidden death To make way for the son the cost of my own, what precious life saved if I bore but to bear it all Everything will be from now on Matthew 2:18 Paint by Joachim Patinir Landscape…
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Mirrors for Princes, –
Clappers enthroned the king of peasants, counting the tithe of his windfall Innkeepers made patristic conservatives, doubtful deities, among them he who will soon regret not making the upstairs loft an additional bedroom as it would have later made for a great tourist attraction Someone should have told him the value of a virgin birth,…
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