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Jonfaith
is on page 339 of 528
The takeoff of the Concorde in a cathedral
Ninety seconds into it they cut
The afterburners and the deathly silence
Was like a large breast as we banked steeply left.
— Aug 31, 2025 06:12AM
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Ninety seconds into it they cut
The afterburners and the deathly silence
Was like a large breast as we banked steeply left.
Jonfaith
is on page 216 of 528
Why write a poem?
There isn’t any rain in hell
So why keep opening an umbrella?
That was the song he found himself singing.
— Aug 29, 2025 02:56AM
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There isn’t any rain in hell
So why keep opening an umbrella?
That was the song he found himself singing.
Jonfaith
is on page 181 of 528
In the mist. Spring in its mania refuses
To take its medication. It
Buys every newspaper left on the newsstand, then
Sobs in a cafe, sobs with laughter.
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To take its medication. It
Buys every newspaper left on the newsstand, then
Sobs in a cafe, sobs with laughter.
Jonfaith
is on page 33 of 528
I want to feel your breasts, Lord.
I want to start the stem cells.
The White House is prepared
To fly me to an undisclosed location.
— Aug 22, 2025 03:37AM
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I want to start the stem cells.
The White House is prepared
To fly me to an undisclosed location.
