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Mr. Millionaire
Hello, Mr. Millionaire.Why are you complaining?The Sun is sure to come, My Son—So what, right now it’s raining?You know you are destined to haveJoy.It’s in your soul.Encoded right in who you are.You just release control.You won’t let them take anythingThey couldn’t if they tried.They already did! And shit! You hid!You just journeyed inside.And they can’t…
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The One?
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You Cannot Get a Head
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Exit Stage Left
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The Sound of Sirens
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If You Parents Don’t Shut Up Right Now, I’ll Turn This Spout Around!
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HerMes
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Gabriel Descended
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Skeletons in My Mother’s Closet
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Wholiness
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The Son Will Explode, and Other Lies…
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The Torrent
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Poetry from Icelandic Poet Sjón
Sjón means “sight” in Icelandic. Sjón has collaborated with Björk on a lot of projects which is how I was introduced to him. This is the story of a forest spirit that leaves the sancutary of her home to enter the human world to subvert modern technology and human arrogance through creativity and not by…
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Take Me to Tibet
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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
