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Dada Canto #59

We are all the food. Food? Who needs it? Well. I am not going to be able to do much of anything without a spoon. Meaninglessness is, but is Loch Ness meandering less? Guns don’t kill people: artists make nothing. … Continue reading

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Dada Timeless Love Canto #40

If you ask me, there is a damn good chance that I will answer. So, knowing that, and knowing my personal concomitant, and without discorporate harcourt, enshrine to me your irrespective queries upon the Hellespont. Yes, go ahead. Yes. Head. … Continue reading

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Dada Admonition #40

Do not for a minute, for a red second, consider the in-crept flourish of incipient interpretation as evidence of dialectic, symbology, metaphor, or sullied necromancer abdomens billowing by the deckle sidelines.

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