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dick laurent is dead like the telephone drop shattering glass house floors in a cascade rainbow night drone dashes amber in the headlight racing toward a primal scream: dick laurent is dead he's gone the way of sad mistah kurtz -- he's dead too while the hollows follow the path towards both thumbs pricking with three strikes at the belltower to announce the big sleep he'll meet fugue on like fog a dog in the desert night turned burning straw the fires to his head warm a life of sweet stupidities in a symphony of hells... dick laurent is dead
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So good.
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I’m afraid it probably doesn’t make much sense to anyone without the background references, but every once in a while I like to take my own stab at being insufferably artsy and maddeningly obtuse.
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I had to do some research and I’m sure I don’t get all of it, but I found it enjoyable regardless. I acutally really love how your poetry sends me down little scavenger hunts/rabbit holes. It’s one of my favorite things about you.
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I’m glad you found it enjoyable, as the primary intent was for people to find a connection that works for them.
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