06.07.2011
Job
I am a child of the east, a dweller of pastures, a goat tribe. And indeed there’s more than one tribe. A strong wind of people blowing up my abode. It’s rocky. horrible. shit passed thru at some point; by wings turning over into blades. My tomb and/or spring therein, “Job’s well.” So say them all, made flowing [...]
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02.21.2011
Job
The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine [...]
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