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11:59 Manhattan
I cannot know what's coming; I only know what was. I stand in cold so numbing But warm up to a buzz Of music, dancing, drinking About a crystal ball; And soon, a crowd unblinking As all await its fall. A chorus starts down-counting: A Six!... a Four!... a Two!... Anticipation mounting Till midnight's mad ado. Through air go ribbons snaking, That final tick now had, With joyous chaos making Manhattan's bosom glad. To lurid pyro-sparking Which blossoms with a burst Do lips lock tight, so marking This January First. Is this a form of coping, To blow up dark with light And show with kiss our hoping That things will turn out right? With part
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It's Lippo and Graham!
"Pilot" "Hiya Graham! Whatcha doing?" Lippo bounds downstairs with childish mirth. Graham involuntarily grunts. "Counting my profits, if you must know." "Fun! Christianity or Islam?" "Huh?" "Abraham, Noah, Paul, Muhammad...Oh! Nostradamus!" "No, Mr. Malaprop, 'profits' with an F. And I'm doing it with a gizmo of my own making, so as to work out any kinks it has." Scrunching his brow, Lippo slants in towards Graham for a good look. Graham's hand is a blur as it swoops across a small grid of buttons, his digits striking with snaky accuracy. A scroll continuously unfurls from a printing slot atop this contraption, showing his amounts. "S
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a maximum vacuum [viva vain rasa]
a maximum vacuum's axiom: "roar, man, roar as raucous as a caucus; oar a vacuous vacuum's carcass sans arms" xmas saviour, ransom an anxious man. icarian aims swam, an ass's smarm. mars, amass assassins: mars, canvass wars. unarm voracious caravans—war soars. main swarms mass; mars's aura roars, "c'arn, c'arn" vicar, savor a wan man, a raw man. a cannon rains moira—miasmic can- can—warm animus rams marra's marrow. unca sam: "'nam mania via scam" unca sam saw usa moan an' scram. maximum vacuum can, anon, narrow.
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Birthright
Through fathoms unknown fair Atlantis now sits, Its glory long ground down to crumbling bits, Its ghost hung forlorn in a Stygian abyss. And who would but cry for a fanciful myth? By gods was it built in harmonious bliss; Its sun-sparkling courts would Osiris admit, But now, only found by things blind and unlit, Oblation is had as a scum-sucking kiss. No-body can cry for a fanciful myth. But spirits still call through a black monolith With crystal inlaid round its prism-cut girth To spurn fathoms' crush with a wailing forthwith: "Oh child of ours who forgot your own pith!"— All this did I know from a vision at birth.
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Incarnation
Lain down, I yawn and drift away To what locations, who can say? Nocturnal films to play through mind— What plots of fancy will I find? A child again, I'm in my room A flash, and back in mama's womb A flash again, and out I float, A soul aloft in cosmic boat And out and out and out I go A dart of conscious light aglow To look for what, I do not know But as a liquid, now I flow A form—a doorway—black on black Awaits afar, ajar a crack Into it now I pour, intact, Into a body's final act But backward was this playing out: A soul withdrawn to roam and scout And waking up, it starts to dawn: I will go on and on and on.
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Adventures in Minimalism
"Dinner Plans" "Cut here," instructed the cannibal. "Revelation" "You," lied God. "Pangaia" The cosmos retracted, Sighing The End "With a Difference" I slept, bloody, like them. "Lineup" She pointed. "Him." My brother. "Emergent Sea" The ocean waved and waved. The fisherman finally gurgled back a greeting, and could say no more. "To Understand" She saw me smiling and wept with fear. "Victory" He finished first, flipping, awarded death. "Answer to a Question" "They can." I ran. "19 1/3" The man in the heavy coat enters the market, returns a child’s unsolicited wave, and pushes the small red bu- "What News the Morning
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To Make You Afraid
The Sevenway found me in the cosmos of my mind Grip like a gnarled tree Telescopic eyes "Can we really do this?" "It's all we can do" The 8-track was broken But the music kept playing The music kept playing "What is this hellscape?" "Karry Him's ambition" Thank you Sevenway Thank you Sevenway
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At Mountains of Mania - Chap. 2
II. Popular imagination, I think, was avid about our radio accounts of Pond's start northward into parts untrod by human foot or unlit by human imagination's torch; though said accounts did not touch on his wild aspirations of totally and dramatically transforming such a study as biology or physiography. His initial tobogganing and boring trip of Jan. 8-15 with six of our party including Pabody—minus two dogs lost whilst crossing a stamukha—had brought up additional Azoic rock; and I must admit to fascination in a singular profusion of obvious fossil markings in that astonishingly primordial stratum. But such markings—truly
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Writings from r/AVoid5
WRITINGS FROM r/AVoid5. Annotation: This doc continually updating. INTRODUCTION. This is a fairly odd paragraph. Do you know why? Hint: It's missing a thing invisibly ubiquitous, a thing that surrounds us in our day-to-day affairs, vastly important for normal communication, constantly popping up without a solitary thought, but crippling if withdrawn from, shall I say, a symbolic communal bank of ours. No doubt you could do without it, if you unavoidably must, but to do so voluntarily and whilst maintaining an air of natural fluidity is a wholly difficult task. I admit, I am fond of this particular hobby, if you can call it that, and affirm
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At Mountains of Mania - Chap. 1
At Mountains of Mania: A lipogrammatic adaptation of a popular story by H.P.
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11:59 Manhattan
I cannot know what's coming; I only know what was. I stand in cold so numbing But warm up to a buzz Of music, dancing, drinking About a crystal ball; And soon, a crowd unblinking As all await its fall. A chorus starts down-counting: A Six!... a Four!... a Two!... Anticipation mounting Till midnight's mad ado. Through air go ribbons snaking, That final tick now had, With joyous chaos making Manhattan's bosom glad. To lurid pyro-sparking Which blossoms with a burst Do lips lock tight, so marking This January First. Is this a form of coping, To blow up dark with light And show with kiss our hoping That things will turn out right? With part
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It's Lippo and Graham!
"Pilot" "Hiya Graham! Whatcha doing?" Lippo bounds downstairs with childish mirth. Graham involuntarily grunts. "Counting my profits, if you must know." "Fun! Christianity or Islam?" "Huh?" "Abraham, Noah, Paul, Muhammad...Oh! Nostradamus!" "No, Mr. Malaprop, 'profits' with an F. And I'm doing it with a gizmo of my own making, so as to work out any kinks it has." Scrunching his brow, Lippo slants in towards Graham for a good look. Graham's hand is a blur as it swoops across a small grid of buttons, his digits striking with snaky accuracy. A scroll continuously unfurls from a printing slot atop this contraption, showing his amounts. "S
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a maximum vacuum [viva vain rasa]
a maximum vacuum's axiom: "roar, man, roar as raucous as a caucus; oar a vacuous vacuum's carcass sans arms" xmas saviour, ransom an anxious man. icarian aims swam, an ass's smarm. mars, amass assassins: mars, canvass wars. unarm voracious caravans—war soars. main swarms mass; mars's aura roars, "c'arn, c'arn" vicar, savor a wan man, a raw man. a cannon rains moira—miasmic can- can—warm animus rams marra's marrow. unca sam: "'nam mania via scam" unca sam saw usa moan an' scram. maximum vacuum can, anon, narrow.
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Birthright
Through fathoms unknown fair Atlantis now sits, Its glory long ground down to crumbling bits, Its ghost hung forlorn in a Stygian abyss. And who would but cry for a fanciful myth? By gods was it built in harmonious bliss; Its sun-sparkling courts would Osiris admit, But now, only found by things blind and unlit, Oblation is had as a scum-sucking kiss. No-body can cry for a fanciful myth. But spirits still call through a black monolith With crystal inlaid round its prism-cut girth To spurn fathoms' crush with a wailing forthwith: "Oh child of ours who forgot your own pith!"— All this did I know from a vision at birth.
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Incarnation
Lain down, I yawn and drift away To what locations, who can say? Nocturnal films to play through mind— What plots of fancy will I find? A child again, I'm in my room A flash, and back in mama's womb A flash again, and out I float, A soul aloft in cosmic boat And out and out and out I go A dart of conscious light aglow To look for what, I do not know But as a liquid, now I flow A form—a doorway—black on black Awaits afar, ajar a crack Into it now I pour, intact, Into a body's final act But backward was this playing out: A soul withdrawn to roam and scout And waking up, it starts to dawn: I will go on and on and on.
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Adventures in Minimalism
"Dinner Plans" "Cut here," instructed the cannibal. "Revelation" "You," lied God. "Pangaia" The cosmos retracted, Sighing The End "With a Difference" I slept, bloody, like them. "Lineup" She pointed. "Him." My brother. "Emergent Sea" The ocean waved and waved. The fisherman finally gurgled back a greeting, and could say no more. "To Understand" She saw me smiling and wept with fear. "Victory" He finished first, flipping, awarded death. "Answer to a Question" "They can." I ran. "19 1/3" The man in the heavy coat enters the market, returns a child’s unsolicited wave, and pushes the small red bu- "What News the Morning
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To Make You Afraid
The Sevenway found me in the cosmos of my mind Grip like a gnarled tree Telescopic eyes "Can we really do this?" "It's all we can do" The 8-track was broken But the music kept playing The music kept playing "What is this hellscape?" "Karry Him's ambition" Thank you Sevenway Thank you Sevenway
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At Mountains of Mania - Chap. 2
II. Popular imagination, I think, was avid about our radio accounts of Pond's start northward into parts untrod by human foot or unlit by human imagination's torch; though said accounts did not touch on his wild aspirations of totally and dramatically transforming such a study as biology or physiography. His initial tobogganing and boring trip of Jan. 8-15 with six of our party including Pabody—minus two dogs lost whilst crossing a stamukha—had brought up additional Azoic rock; and I must admit to fascination in a singular profusion of obvious fossil markings in that astonishingly primordial stratum. But such markings—truly
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Writings from r/AVoid5
WRITINGS FROM r/AVoid5. Annotation: This doc continually updating. INTRODUCTION. This is a fairly odd paragraph. Do you know why? Hint: It's missing a thing invisibly ubiquitous, a thing that surrounds us in our day-to-day affairs, vastly important for normal communication, constantly popping up without a solitary thought, but crippling if withdrawn from, shall I say, a symbolic communal bank of ours. No doubt you could do without it, if you unavoidably must, but to do so voluntarily and whilst maintaining an air of natural fluidity is a wholly difficult task. I admit, I am fond of this particular hobby, if you can call it that, and affirm
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At Mountains of Mania - Chap. 1
At Mountains of Mania: A lipogrammatic adaptation of a popular story by H.P.
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is this where I start writing ok Id like to thank
so what does this guy do. lotta big open white space huh? HELLO hmmm didn't hear an echo. These borders are cramping  my   s                                                                                                                                                                                             t                                                                                                                                                                                            y                                                                hello                                                                      
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Hi, did you study poetry or literature? I've read some of your poems and stories and like your style.
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Minimal studying, mostly intuitive. Glad ya like it, though I'm currently experiencing some hardcore writer's block.
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Heh, did you hear about the writer who built his house out of writer's block?
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Hi Alapanamo,
Read your story 'Lightning' and though it was fantastic! Great twist! I have to make a student film at some point in the near future and was wondering if you'd mind if i adapt it into a short screenplay giving you full credit if it gets approved for production?
Thanks
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You will be given full credit of course
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Look forward to it. Good luck!