Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Monday, February 26, 2007
a chipmunk sniffing at the meat left on the driveway of my wasted lives is more sharp-eyed than any immortality:::::
fresh from a car accident lip-lock my spirit walks on the ceiling and thinks the ceiling is a wonderfully decorated floor
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