i can’t tell the sky apart from the ocean
anonymity is bliss
or perhaps twenty minutes of aerobics
how did that birch tree get there
I like the way she smells after exercising
imagine the word smeghlls
the cops are at the door
the rust is silence
and then a symphony of frogs
my sex life comes to me in the mail
soap opera clouds
wanna buy a leaf
songbirds guarding all the entrances
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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