everyone is a pigeon
flying is always away from
Notre Dame means osteoporosis to me
where would I be without adultery
some days river like chocolate
she’s asleep while Paris forwards by
this is line #7 it’s doing its best
now we move to the transmission repair
the two left thumbs I bought for $2400
small is all
fifty degrees smiles the angular weather man
where the legs come together where the arms brush the ribs
deodorants are losing
quicksand is the name of my computer
I am not even a gulp
Monday, March 16, 2009
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