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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.

These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.

M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.

Please join us.
Your contributions are welcome.

email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com


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Shape shifter in search of coordinates.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

love pome for Stone

 
1:06 PM
me: bitch i love you like Minimal Arse Pissings of the soul

I love you like overbrewed tea

I love you like sausages and beans for brekky
1:07 PM
I love you like so much mournful sobs of autumn violins
1:08 PM
I just love you and if you were here I'd bite you

Denessentialism 09

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1 comment:

Den said...

This lil' bop prosody IM bit represents the Savendi's maiden email-to-blog post.



Word Verification: carth

September 20, 2009 at 2:06 PM

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