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with swords for stars shining down sharp cutting vision in twain here are small mycelial & meek under the nightcloth waving over our sleep tonight tonight drone the summer locust tree shredding to september's chill dream everything tastes differently the same every perfume hunger drives stag and bone come to me tonight tonight come to me tonight
I especially like the last bit.
Stag and bone.
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A part of me is itching for antlers to do… something… with. I can’t put my finger on what, but there’s something in the back of my noggin. Probably just the two brain cells that got lost wandering around in that empty cavity during the ’88 Pink Floyd tour. But maybe…
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I have some moose antler sitting around…
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Hmmm [scratches beard contemplatively]
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