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Typer, proletariat, philosophaster — single malt scotch, lots of yelling, lots of music.

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Lay down these words

        Before your mind like rocks.

                  placed solid, by hands

        In choice of place, set

        Before the body of the mind

                  in space and time:

        Solidity of bark, leaf or wall

                  riprap of things:

        Cobble of milky way,

                  straying planets,

        These poems, people,

                  lost ponies with

        Dragging saddles –

                  and rocky sure-foot trails.

        The worlds like an endless 

                  four-dimensional

        Game of Go.

                  ants and pebbles

        In the thin loam, each rock a word

                  a creek-washed stone

        Granite: ingrained

                  with torment of fire and weight

        Crystal and sediment linked hot

                  all change, in thoughts,

        As well as things.

- Snyder

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Correspondence

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Please remember people,
No matter who you are and what you do to live,
thrive and survive, there are still some things that make us all the same
You, me, them. Everybody,
Everybody.

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(Some people actually think that “MercuryTurrent” is spelled wrong.)