going through the
motions on a mindless morning I make no excuse for The Crown of
Creation appearing to made of fluff
:
so damned humid it's
like living in an aquarium I add a bubble-blowing diver and start a
new philosophy
:
sob sob sulk and
dream there must be better things to do with poetry than dwelling on
lost loves with illusionary lovers
:
lost in the bog of
prettiness and hearts make of smoke the notion that Romeo and Juliet
had gut worms and rotten teeth
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