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student embalmer

burning the mummy

at both ends

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Rain falls
In the Valley of Kings
Green shoots shoulder aside giant blocks
The pyramids are crying
Slowly slumping into sand
Date palms look up

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Back to the Papyrus

The first prototype

Of the Boat of a Million Years

Was made of halite

Rock salt to you

The next morning

Dawn came late

And Ra hired a new engineer

end of poem

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high class cinema
the mummy returns
and white stars triumph

I hope we can change

why can't America
support democracy abroad
hypocrisy

sharpened bananas

The old DNs is going fast.

Responded to ~half of DN subs since last time.

Ate delicious chili at UUCT cookoff.

Friend gave me Lovecraft fiction omnibus!! Now my output will plummet for a week.

Here's a new poem

For the people of Egypt

how like the stars
which breathe
and gutter
out we are
in this in whom we speak
and raise hands
to one another
and grow flowers of freedom
with our love