<\/a>Starlight Dr.–Photo taken by Jen Pezzo near Animas, NM<\/p><\/div>\n
Starlit Sensationalists<\/strong><\/p>\nHere they come, watch as earth trembling realities clash before the eyes of the twilight
\nThe time of the mellow underworld is upon us
\nIt’s children hunger for the nectar of exquisite low frequencies
\nLeaving their crayon box homes to live the phenyl oxalate climates of the elite
\nI am the metropolis prophesy hidden among the discontent
\nPromise tressed in second hand gowns and slippers of sporting off beat
\nConfidence derived from posh self infliction, my body tingling with anticipation
\nThis land of lusterous calcium carbonate tells of stories of pinstripe badgers and low cut minks
\nThe walls dripping in wasted word play and the choreography of retro stimulated emissions
\nDo not fear, my warriors of newsstand social injustice, let the glorious sound fill you
\nMy body has become nothing but a temple of synthesized funk
\nBreathe in the rhythmic noise before you, let it take your mind
\nFeel the electronic beauty as I do, theatrical expression flowing throughout the veins
\nWe are one in this moment, my patchwork companions
\nWe are the starlit sensationalists, consuming the beauty all around
\nTake my hand, let me take you to mental salvation
\nWelcome to freedom<\/p>\n
~ Sam Redding<\/p>\n
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Cool Kids Build Their Brains<\/strong><\/p>\nThe lady teacher with big breasts
\nWas tutoring innumerable kids
\nIn the library. She wasn\u2019t saying
\nA thing, just pointing. Zack said,<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Jones, you don\u2019t say much
\never!\u201d She smiled, whispered,
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a purpose there. Do you
\nknow it?\u201d Zack went back to reading<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Lovesong Of J. Alfred Prufrock.\u201d
\nMrs. Jones walked over to Lindsay.
\nShe was reading about the Roman
\nEmpire. Em was studying Pythagoras.<\/p>\n
Eth said to Mrs. Jones, \u201cI only like
\nStaying inside in the morning.\u201d
\nMrs. Jones was considering her hubby,
\nHow he hated her teaching kids.<\/p>\n
He had just had brain surgery
\nAnd was feeling kind of dumb,
\nAnd totally insecure as he relearned
\nHow to walk, talk, and gamble.<\/p>\n
~ Dan Gallik<\/p>\n
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