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What’s the Fuss, Sugar?

March 18, 2012

Judge then with an extra bond
between our
thighs.  Ah, yes my

son!  The sincerity of
his death, was she
who taught her own.

Just that I possessed, would as
decisively
as air inclines

to a stop, abridged.  Would it
be?  Sugar, what’s
the fuss about?

I slowly recollected
the incidents
of certainty.

Texts:
25% Charles Brockden Brown, Wieland, or the Transformation
25% William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience
25% Mississippi Sheiks, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willie McTell, Blues Lyrics
25% The Internet, Indian Erotica

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