on the edge of else the self turns in to outside angles tangled up in transparency and deliverance from the same game poorly played and without a chance of the dancehall madness we associate with the underweight disregard of enchantment we can't spend on these unseemly times -- these ungainly lines we must do without and doubt deeper than a thousand charity ball gowns and a zoo set up with blanks
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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