Friday, January 29, 2010

single will


Now you have to pay for that bag
it has not recognized its creator
rubbing noses and never able to quite connect
great fall in the woods
I wanted a letter
I saw it make the jump
almost the whole alphabet
past all the bigger rocks

rugged screaming theory
jealous fury dipped in the last batch
damn its relevance
disregard the prominence
fruit on the bottom
blend when appropriate
I hate phantom vibration
one mississippi
is one long breath, holding and letting that underwater
drive seem too long, long, and one breath, I wrote about it.

pass it to me pass it to me, I will be sore in the morning.

my will is in my documents folder, labeled black. I had the USB handy for a quick download in case my hard drive failed, but it looks like there is no maintenance needed, a lost file , a lost mind

My password is under the rock on the desk.


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