opening hours; daring sort of tranquility, imbued with the daring of a beginning I'd rather leave it to another woman, less tired I'd like one lifetime worth of the marvelous, but I got caught up in being a color collector and became rounded inwards, a gutless fruit The following is strikingly relevant. arches, arches and lines; chords and convergences, symmetry perfidy- an allegiance means binds and slavery isn't in season with hands that double as organs, every nick rips and eyes like avalanche-hungry moons to shine by reflection is no sort of shine at all relevantly irrelevant having a slippery word is a joy, a valve or gate to expression's reserves seeds, an implied life-wattage glow, vying to seize an embrace between divides hence the garden feels victimized and hence the seeds feel guilty closing hours; sleepwalking, banter between the calcium in rock and bone Leave it to another, riper one, she; already gone. |
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Saturday, February 7, 2009 | |
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