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With the film finished, and our first celebration out of the way – I am definitely hungover. Too hungover to browse though the spam comments (though some of them can be quite entertaining), I will nap through the day and get some rest. Eat and egg roll or two. No new poetry as of right not, but I usually find my inspiration in late night insomnia as you very well know. But I do want to state that I finally saw the nearly-final cut of “I’m a Hard Man to Kill” and I am very proud of everyone who worked on its production.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWQOOdIS2ys&feature=related

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Charisma ( Symphony No. 8 )

Like the night

we eat the poor

Like an actress

we take direction

and pretend our passion

Like a light

we are rarely understood

Bright

we take our time

then put our thoughts into the monastery of former lovers

They call giggly and drunk

providing an invitation for further forgetting

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