The beak of a birdlike boat.
The snout of a jet-schnelled plane.
My tender and soft-skinned throat.
The rushing feeling that comes again.
The rushing feeling that comes again.
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- Grendl the Green Man
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- The Em-Bayeux Strikes Back
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- Beowulf prologue
- Hwæt!
- Gār‐Dena
- Baby You're A Rich Man
- Christian Time
- The anxiety of atheism
- Onward poem
- Teleological Suspension of the Ethical
- Eddaedda
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- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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