Friday, May 16, 2008

temporal shack

preaching now, as is my mother's wont. confronting the devil face on. What was that line in Shakespeare that makes me forget? For google illustious devils have they sent. sick in my temporal shack, understanding nothing but owe.

a new sentence.

reflections look beautiful. So thirstily lined up at the riverbank. In line with direct light into your skull. Fed by waves, pulses, currents filled with ties, bar napkins, a lady's address...and steel.

We have not forgotten our old masters.


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