

season of apples snap shut your locket, tie ribbons in your hair, reach for the misty moon's halo. you are free.season of apples
the sky is a polished sapphire resting in cotton clouds. through an impressionist painting you waltz, wildflowers your dance floor. &


archivist the census does not feel. does not extol birth. does not mourn death.archivist
the papers, invested in labyrinth halls of history, fear nothing but
silverfish, dust, immolation. aphonic, they are immortal.
ink-stained fingers condense lifetimes into paragraphs. no joy for weddings- &


New Orleans MinuteTime sashays like a creole strumpet, barefoot and brown down Rue Madeleine past this window, this table, where gumbo steams and shrimp tails clutter my plate. A molasses haze fogs the lamplight. A young man too full of libation succumbs to this damp heat, bent nearly double,New Orleans Minute
splatters his feet. A coasting cabbie slows to say, Laissez le bon temps rouler and laughs until his brakelights fade.
| -er, what? oh! sure: i'll have a look at it; let me put on a mask, wash my hands, roll up my sleeves, put on gloves- please. and don't touch me, damn it, i'm sterile. don't mess around. -hey! you fucker. what did i tell you about not touching me? now you've gone and done it- maybe we should call for the priest instead of the doctor. [birth of Plague Orchidea] |
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"Forever Faithful to love and friendship,
Sebring"
truth
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"i will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being..."
[modern hippocratic oath]
I'm writing you a letter.
I don't care if I'm up until 4am again-
I'm doing it.
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"Forever Faithful to love and friendship,
Sebring"
truth
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i am requesting if anyone out there would like to draw Lance he is a wolf/fox hybrid gray fur and has orange and brown on his ears ,and tail. wears a blue hoodie red shirt bluejeans and leather bracers [see pic]
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"i will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being..."
[modern hippocratic oath]
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i am requesting if anyone out there would like to draw Lance he is a wolf/fox hybrid gray fur and has orange and brown on his ears ,and tail. wears a blue hoodie red shirt bluejeans and leather bracers [see pic]
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"i will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being..."
[modern hippocratic oath]
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The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes -Arthur Conan Doyle
You're a feature!
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And the rain fell as if the ocean and the sky switched places that night, relying on the clouds to filter the water into a heavy shower, instead of an absolutely drowning.
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