jhave2's profile picture. digital poet. he tweets only when he gets a new friend who is not a bot. his tweets (since 2010) are always 140 characters and never reference much of reality.

david jhave johnston

@jhave2

digital poet. he tweets only when he gets a new friend who is not a bot. his tweets (since 2010) are always 140 characters and never reference much of reality.

Flat panel supports (PLANK), belonging to the consumption-type body, experiences shivering in a minute, consuming now, can adhere to insist.


When the bad guys have hugs, good person or loose sand, excessive silence of the good people can make bad people to do all of the bad things


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When wrestling cacorythmias with a friend, do you take time to recalibrate any pending sense of injustices like the plight of leaden clouds?


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I battle the light prude, fractional(-scorcher in pall feeling of some other old growth] respecter of hegemony


“A homogenize X,” pleads Mr “V gangsta B,” directs Miss Z “D touch anybody but not G.” Applause "Soft mathematics melt identity encryption."


love concentrated forgets the concise curl of wet recall failing as it disconnects an ocean its brief blasé fist dies in a low sky of URLs


Now brawny amniotic fluid folds the ground into a plough; as the clear foam of cliff dwellings reassess the chameleon's net block aperture.


summer's lean summit calls to a creased lavish overlip of sharped azure as it bumps across the room inside a proud tamestream cloud


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where hype meets science there is often a bit of surf, a froth of discharged idealism curling into collapse, salt speckles shattering hoaxes


elevating compassion for all beings is the only path out of the anthropocene that avoids the dominant path of anthropocene survival instinct


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unripe cynicism reasons with its neighbors carpeted nonstop glandline mash contrapuntal wheezing quorum aneurysm wayfarer myth


algae milk grapples with inexplicable grim hyenas as they patent reptilian devouring in a jealous tram of smooth inhaled pi patterns


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exhortation troops stain flab heresy smack crowned husks as raw workers shirk realities convinced by the warming baffle


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