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I would like to write a suicide note in three and a halflanguagesand travel south on a Thursday towardssome form of life outside of earthEric Gamalinda
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Fuck words, nothing spokencomprehends the defiantly ephemeral. I take my incompleteness with the rest, an exilein any language.Eric Gamalinda
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My angels are jellyfish, electric, nearly invisible, armed with poisoned harpoons. My archangels are yellow tang. They feed on sunlight. They speak through color. Anything in their paths turns blind.Eric Gamalinda
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I'll remember your apocalypse if you'll remember mine It will be a holiday of the sensesEric Gamalinda