Tag Archives: Elan Radousky

Let Me Play The Lime

Not that limes grow on shrubs, or on faces, or on top of the world. Not that I am on top of the world. Not that I. Not that I am. Then again, not that I am a yam. For … Continue reading

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The Festival

So overdue. You had to keep from crying when you told yourself that it was really nice. You will be making new plans once back from yourself and you will try to arrange everything so you’re back here for the … Continue reading

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Pronouncement Of The Unfinished Ordinance Without Crust

The winds of creativity borrow all lightly held umbrellas and fallen leaves. Tangling with the keys to the second kingdom of lost kites around overgrown tree branches. When searching for the perfect word you run through every prop list of … Continue reading

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Cranberry Juice

1. You were talking about alternatives to cranberry juice, pretty early in the morning. I don’t remember why I was listening to the village public broadcast system, or even up that early myself. Usually I sleep in, and it was … Continue reading

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All The Rain Clouds Are Talking

They sip on their wishes as the rain gods switch name tags back behind boxes and boxes of names In the back room with dragons the old men gather whispers, secrets forgotten, as memories fade When onto some station of … Continue reading

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Beanstalk

Looking for your dreams again? I found them attached to the trunks of grand oak trees. Also tangled with branches and riverbeds, sometimes lions. You would need to know a superhero, alphabet, or friend to freely move yourself along at … Continue reading

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Do Not View the Dancers as if Life Were a Movie Set

First there was void. Next there was starlight. Then there was dancing. Then there was you. When you stole the starlight, you stole the spotlight. When you stole the spotlight, you stole my heart. When you stole my heart, everything … Continue reading

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Just Teleported, in One Hour, Possibly Be

Although some people randomly teleport people. Invisibility is anyone, regardless of age. You have no use for this class in a large amount of money. Although some people randomly teleport people. Families of the entrance exam or paid advertisement. For … Continue reading

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A River Is Waiting

A river can be wide and deep. So true, but all rivers have a starting point. Outside the lines, a mumbled counting of the ripples. Four? They say we are the diminishing returns of water. Just becoming narrow, tapered, sharp, … Continue reading

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The Walls Are Starting to Shift

Along the sliding scales of cornerstones and sometimes functioning relationships, you pass along some weight back to another leg of recurring voyages. And in truth, all the ships are spent. This adaptation, dream, pioneer, sometimes functioning relationship, is everyone, as … Continue reading

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Some Strings Attached

I feel like all the answers. Strange numbers jumping up and down. This is not a bad way to be living with again. Oh, I might describe them out of paintings from across some time. A brush of sounds, sometimes … Continue reading

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Melting

When the refrigerator door is a revolving barrier, try boosting your decor with this one interior stylish door as the framework for cupboards of storage. If you can’t fit a source of help and encouragement into the furnishing and decoration … Continue reading

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Super Fun

I had a conversation with your faces. When the turning of the seasons lose control. Weather maps and tangled kites, lost strings. You try to make the marionette out of broken glass. By the sea, your thoughts are drowned in … Continue reading

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Superhero

In addition to the fundamental moves of shoving matches and hair pulling, all noise must get back to electrical, the development goals of diversifying pipelines will be served with connections, racks and lockers necessary to meet current standards of what … Continue reading

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Stylized Representation of a Star

Trouble is your raindrops. Your shadow is the sky. Loud noises dancing just below your eyes, but I have never dreamed of dancing with a steady hand. Your nose can smell the onions as the music seems to play. The … Continue reading

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