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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 19:25:42 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 19:25:42 -0700 |
| commit | 17f2ce8d651ed0635a6f005e9bf4555fc2bec22a (patch) | |
| tree | 067ca922649319d6b6dc350d2c5fb9f91eefcead /spittle.html | |
| parent | Change width of webpages; streamline template (diff) | |
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Move dedication before epigraph
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| 23 | <h1 class="title">Spittle</h1> | 23 | <h1 class="title">Spittle</h1> |
| 24 | 24 | ||
| 25 | 25 | ||
| 26 | </header> | 26 | |
| 27 | </header> | ||
| 27 | 28 | ||
| 28 | <section class="thing verse"> | 29 | <section class="thing verse"> |
| 29 | <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p> | 30 | <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p> |