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The Fearless Pigeon and the Blood Orange

On store-lined streets where men and fish freeze ass together was the bloody fruit of new horizons.
Sweet, watery, leathery smells of flesh unmarked by experience or rancor--veins brimming with calamari dreams and holy, eternal sex-revolution.
Fearless pigeon, with your wings like an avalanche of the hours, guard the ever-waking eyes of fish and men, who want with deathless aspiration the soundless, roaring flesh parade.

24 Feb 07

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The big words just get in the way of this.

I like the surreal and absurd, but find this a bit wanting for substance.
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This was inspiritng. 7/10
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