For some works, like these, we designated one person to title and signal the end of the pieces.BACK: Come to Dada
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Somehow the title "My Pancreas Grows Bulbous" got attached to this as well. The working title appears below, right about where titles go...
DUCK EATS CRAYON- another swifter came to pass plucking melted wax an eager wax upon a gland eyebrows heatlamp fix wax melts the colors to mute........ debated turns to ease her filtered thoughts whats that you say? breathy water town massacre the fudge was hot and tasted of plenty of ducks a quack a stump a dinner duck walks cow turn it under END Participants: I angst l:Hair Eardrumbuz: Lard I big b l: Comb RudeJabsco: Scissor XPANCREASx: Mirror A second poem created the same night
-IRON GOAT RINGED BAVARIAN- cast to the sea can it be no not her rounded and plain European shores tied to a tree of mulch and honey it's horns stay tight the steel of her girdle hurts them too badly curdled milk spews forth the gunpowder a horn for a goat a zither for a girl the shock she rings her hands another try loose footing rotting mucas supine on a hoof filings rocks for ends a love in her eardrum weathered from dull bent steam she tulips for a wax and rings another skill they slept never reaching the ring, empty grasps to bavaria she cries at dawn the water lapped their faces filled their eyes too many cares not too many cares for ears magnetic pulse a grip left loose a goat hurdles
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