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<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:46:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-07-14 14:46:03</logtime>
<subject>Naked City: Not Of But In</subject>
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By Emmit Other Here we all are The potato madman Gurgling on his political rage The lackadaisical Carlos an Listless in emptied from Facebook Soon to return with a fury The broken soiled And the twice under bussed And me of course Myself and myself and myself And that's just beneath the glass mask The Names of Terminus The Queen of a Thousand Wigs The Shaman of Slapstick The Keeper of Time The Newsman The marine The Artist that Could The boy who can't say no And even the psychic sidekick And so many are new So very new The wheel sits there Pilt Cousin to Mr Time you Shame and fun Dealt 8 different wheelers Crowded and classy But a cash only bar Fixed up the goat farm It's all come quite far Why I am I not reading? Because I am Naked City And Naked City is me I am all sovereign city The city is dead Let the games begin Long live the city.
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<itemid>169676</itemid>
<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:47:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-07-14 14:47:14</logtime>
<subject>The Man In The Glass Mask</subject>
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By Emmit Other There is therein the words do lie Of conscience streaming in the wick The locks we guard our hearts with Masked shadows flames tongue lick One place we find refuge is the place of great effervescence Where the well runs deep and we refine it in quicksilver steel Mirrors run cool that tells therein there are We learn to wield the blade of sapience precisions The light of a thousands suns behind the visor The authentic bucket of well water made still And poured upon the reach of our expectations glass So much word salad tossed until Caesar is rendered unto Caesar And Christ as And On Toast whispers amenities of the soul In the sense that you practically haven't got one But do when you where your heart on your sleeve But show now not thy scars young buck For the ides of march will stab at thee This then the mask of glaziered ice does burn close to the skins touch Advice heeded is wisdom's watch word. Know silence's queue when it comes.
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<itemid>169857</itemid>
<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:48:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-07-14 14:48:55</logtime>
<subject>Whither the Wind Blows Not</subject>
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by Emmit Other I am of a mind to sail against the current The stars above me fixed In my gnat's view of time Though swirling in chaos Relative to themselves. When a thing is right You sail to that star To be who you choose to be Not because it is convenient Not because it makes you popular But because to do otherwise Makes you less of what you choose to be in life You are alone on this journey Locked in your starmeat skull Shared hearts, shared minds At till the now, not shared thoughts Save those pale words we jabber With flapping jaws and unreliable imperfect ears I remember standing on the mountain Waving the flag of summons like the fool I was Only to be justifiably ignored by thousands I am not what I was Naive in different ways The past left by a much needed slap By our lady of endearing pragmatism Lead ingot dropped in silken glove But in an upside down entropic world We must fix on something To find any degree of Truth worth finding And I believe in it And work for it And thus sail counter to the waves I know the folly But I do so of choice Of who I choose to be Not of fear But of love And there can be no better reason for anything than this This is why we live If we choose to embrace it as such.
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<itemid>170222</itemid>
<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:50:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-07-14 14:50:23</logtime>
<subject>Xantro Deaxalator</subject>
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By Emmit Other The arcing arm of the sweet milky way Reaches out and down Down through the thin veil Of clouds and sky pebbles we call garbage To embrace the path we take now Troubles So many troubles on our journey now Tis a rough patch round the sun this time around Tis indeed a rough patch round the sun this time round But we all shall flourish Gonna flourish in the Sands of sun In the mountains west of the Mississippi At the nexus of the ties that bind All the places where good people embrace tomorrow There's still hope There is still sweetness coming Believe it comes Believe it comes For it is real And it is meant for you And it is definitely meant for you.
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