Ohhhh --simulating–! I thought that headline said --stimulating-- & I was all set to hook you up with my friend Angel over behind the corner store, wink a wink a
He’ll let you use his library card if you forget to bring your own. First time’s free!
From a love poem by Kenneth Patchen:
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All things are one thing to the earth
Rayless as a blind leper Blake lies with Everyman
And the fat lord sleeps beside his bastard at last.
And it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t mean what we think it does
Because we two will never lie there
We will not be there when death reaches out his dark and sparkling hands
There are so many little dyings that it doesn’t matter which of them is death.
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