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Post by Ne Vile Velis on Sept 13, 2010 13:01:13 GMT -5
Rubbish speaks, swears, outstanding circles muscle memory whistles raining rage foreseeable flie friendly flute emerges suffix digital, beneath constant smoked stamp
coordination warrants listen? over heresy flour,the hypothetical wanderings blackmail rope eccentric void plannetary audience choose
and transformation
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Post by bcoyotey on Sept 18, 2010 1:39:18 GMT -5
Marvelous play on words and human interaction. Rubbish always seems to get the most initial attention. But the true colors always show sooner or later. Transformation? One can only hope. Fantastic use of Drops words. Lady B
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Post by (k) shades of silence on Sept 20, 2010 2:51:02 GMT -5
I love how this piece focuses on the uglier side of the world throughout. You really explored that angle well, especially using a dictated vocabulary.
But the end holds the key: transformation.
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Post by Max on Sept 27, 2010 22:54:41 GMT -5
I could see the aftermath of a nuclear fallout in this one. The first stanza seems to be about an a group of people, groggily awakening to the aftermath before them. I think that a sequel to this would be fantastic, I'm curious as to where it could go. Really well done, I'll be thinking about this for some time.
-Max
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