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Hey, Hermes

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The One?

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Dude, Where’s My Car?

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Gabriel Descended

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Skeletons in My Mother’s Closet

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The Son Will Explode, and Other Lies…

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My Lousy Mind

I bet lousy comes from lice. I am going to look that up. BRB. The sky might be the ceiling but theRest of this is Mine.Everything underneathAnd above the Moon?Divine.And I might still be aching insideBut my heart is fine.I’m just so thrilled to face the deathOf my lousy mind. It’s twue! It’s twue! “Lousy…
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One Rule to Ring Them All

There’s only one rule, Son:Do not doubt yourself.There’s no one here with more power than youAlready have within. Your self-doubt leads to needless fear.And that is not of helpTo anyone; and you must beStrong for all of them. You probably have more confidenceThat you will be okayThan you have that others will,And that makes YOU…
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Personas

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Stupid and Unconscious

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Fortuna For Now

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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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Be Patient with Mandy

