Thursday, November 5, 2009


you send me on those twists and turns. the road to nowhere is everyday bordered by the lost children of faraway dreams. To cancel your subscription just return a postage paid letter to this address. We are not blind, so then we pretend not to see. A collection of sentences seemingly random. Or unwittingly constructed. overwritten in verse, underwritten in time. Does everything mean something but sometimes mean nothing? If so, when the hour strikes and the sky is gray will you wait for me? (no matter if I spell it with an e or a?)

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