The Detectives of Inuendo

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Ahhhhhhh! Why? How? is he here now?

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Olivia Wilde

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Floruit

Presto!

 and that was that,

the audience silent and still except for a one armed man in the third row clapping.

The man on stage sweating and panting, 

his face contorting with the drugged daze of the rabbit in sudden fear

under circa seven hundred eyes bearing witness, bearing silence, it's weight compressing

the air slowly filled by the scent of cold sweat.

And all remain silent,

except for the one armed man clapping.

His face alight where the light has gone out.

A panicked vocie shrills the curtain be shut

 but all minds have turned to glass,

and all eyes watch

the bejewelled wheel's spin slow as the pool spreads.

And the one armed man is clapping,

where the light has gone out.

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Ghost of a Flea

-William Blake

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Oddious

You smell mysterious like midnight,

the lamp casts a halo in the corner light

penumbra voices whittle away the brittle night

I dreamed of loss

and awoke clutching onto dear life

for dear life.

You have nothing to fear but your nightmares

and the children of tomorrow.

Beware the children of tomorrow

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Crow King Slime

Peck out the eyes of the Crow King Ask the wasp doctor for a new sting Smoke out the hive, tip out the honey A black umbrella when the sky is sunny Stare down the tunnel throat of thine lick all the lemons Get down and slime.

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 From the evil eye of a vain bastard, and through the obscure camera lense darkly