| Rick Ollman's ............................................ SiteSuiteSight all soul's solace The Downslope Deep Face Tandems Quirk in Progress Lover's Uncollected Abaci |
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| deep in the woods It's always night, or we wouldn't need light. - Thelonious Monk |
| relentless inexorable night recursively returning each day setting off alarms imperishable death defining us in spite of everything else inestimable darkness no one can see its worth |
| trajectory the thrown knife shivers as it sticks in a frequency audible to anyone in the forest preventable occurrences freeze the insulated imagination taking off vertically in the path of fire the elevation you get is greater than the ordinary perturbations of love of self |
| apprehension parading your knowledge unblinking in fits of code I think I know what you mean the professors measure stress and the drum marching in apprehension is soundly beaten |
| practicum symbiotic attachments encroach upon the balance of the nest in the crotch of this fir timely spatial repetitions spell an end to some of these parasites but it takes years you come out of the woodshed a master tinker fueled with the freedom you lost when you entered |
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