Daily Archives: June 6, 2004

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and so crockery, Licorice, swim so spine of egg, so ambush, and then a lampost that nurses, fountain of glue and puncture of cut, and still this squatting of excess, this pinocchio-kneecap inciting the skimmed belly of your death on spread wings, steep in voice, in the void of doubtful thoughts and reprisials of blowgun and fox. If it discolors… Read more →