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Hello tumblr.

Well I have been away for a while, but don't worry. I have been exploring this thing called 'the spirit', so I am here with you and now. We will all explore the spirit, whether you want it or not. The Internet will be littered with my spirit junk.

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Weirdo pop

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This is Hugh Padgham. He wants to make sweet sweet passionate music to your wife... er.. with your wife.

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Music is neat-o!

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Don't be jelly

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I'm a real student of Beckett now.

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Read,The Conference of The Birds.

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Looks terrifying, I know. (As seen on TV) 

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Primero Puma, luego Xolo.

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listen beloved i dreamed   it appeared that you thought to   escape me and became a great   lily alit on   insolent   waters         but i was aware of   fragrance and i came riding upon   a horse of porphyry        into the   waters i rode down the red   horse shrieking        from splintering   foam caught you clutched you upon my   mouth listen beloved   i dreamed       in my dream you had   desire to thwart me and became   a little bird and hid   in a tree of tall marble   from a great way i distinguished   singing and i came   riding upon a scarlet sunset   trampling the night        easily   from the shocked impossible   tower i caught   you strained you   broke you upon my blood listen   beloved i dreamed   i thought you would have deceived   me and became a star in the kingdom   of heaven   through day and space i saw you close   your eyes        and i came riding   upon a thousand crimson years arched with agony   i reined them in tottering before   the throne and as   they shied at the automaton moon from   the transplendent hand of sombre god   i picked you as an apple is picked by the little peasants for their girls

 ORIENTALE III - E. E. Cummings

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Cummings, you are my savior, yes you.

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Milwaukee's own.

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Cressida was the name this lady bore,

And in the Trojan city, to my mind,

Was none so fair, for in her beauty more

Angelical she seemed than human kind,

As though a thing immortal were combined

Of all heaven's gifts of choicest worth,

And sent down here in scorn of our poor earth.

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EP's

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Juan Rulfo