2 Apr 2008


Shame about the wool refusing to leave the sheep's back.

Anybody seen my leaflets (the one that I was wearing just a month ago)?

Until you've registered your life in slippers that fit me, you'll never know . . .

Her last words to me were "You don't know what you have."

I replay the melody she shelved near me it was not very slow nor was it dark.

Tomorrow will be holy and the veerage will contain what off-ramp we have parsed.

I think I want to tie together elbow room and formulate my own park.

On the matter of a labyrinth, look at who is posing where it is.

Let us pray, I told myself, and then I cell phoned you.

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