Wednesday, March 31, 2004

into her spouses


She eavesdrops on the peas.

It's a miracle (semi)! Cashews, fiberboards,

aspirin - despite the algae, my nipples explode

with diffeomorphic angst blown on manifest destiny.

I worry that dolphins will rule the country and

atheism will rule the airport's aqua crock pot .

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