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Saturday, January 17, 2004

attic room and window my ice skates on the wall

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I was the shadow of the waxing evenings and strange
   windowpanes.
I was the smudge and whine of missed times in the
   reflected sky.

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I was the smudge and whine of missed legs shiny black
   leg hairs
silver paper in the wind frayed sounds of a distant
   city.

-Burroughs


Ahhhhhh...I see a red cat looking at me

Thursday, January 15, 2004

The WORD as an organism. Discuss.


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