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[title] => apocalypse wow
[time] => 2010-04-18 18:15:45
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[bodytext] => and the strange ones have gone into the streets burning every fathers day sale in town They march along break glass and drinking rum soon descending into the subways acting out fantasies along the tracks one by one they wear down still marching along only senses and plans now as the hear their comrades beating on the walls repressions for them all as they carry a personal jihad to a brutal conclusion Now they walk along logically floating in the dark and the the next stop and a stairway to the street They run up and find a man on the ground floor suit and tie yelling at a chalkboard as the orphans bow on their mats the crowd rushes by and sweeps them up No direction only movement today as the leaves of fall blow away [comments] => 0 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 74 [informant] => scooterhyme [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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