Tuesday, April 21, 2009

april 21st, 2009

and older cut-up...

the lurking death

Glass eyes of a jade green mechanical owl allow me to introduce my naked frustration.  Pyramids vanish into toil-worn shoulders.  Existence is merely a parade of chaos, a minimalist composition.  Perhaps the dream did not contain halocarbons.  The cockatoo swayed unsteadily after serving in the Gulf of Mexico for two years.  The heartbroken will always have the same density of normal atmosphere.  She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties but failed to represent the true effervescence of American life.  I made several clumsy, lascivious motions toward the French region of Bourgogne.  The 1966 Cleveland Browns have always been incapable of suspicious political campaigns.  Dodge all that is dormant.

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