Wednesday, June 04, 2003

Transform your cat into a fabulous beauty

Do whatever you like.

Death is a remedy, though we cannot die, Lust,

because we've just shot the post and killed the fence!

I've got my very own tank.

God has his very own pity on kindergarten children.

Why were we placed on this earth in a frog costume, lost in a haunted wood?

God Herself does not know.

"Props to me", says the mayor in Hebrew, Arabic and Death.

"I am the gentle autumn eating the brekkies of fall."

He sees meatballs when he thinks of endless wealth,

but a letter from Samuel R. Delany is a cruel reminder of the sanctity of the moment.

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