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February 07, 2006
the cup was never a cake
Freshly squeezed foundation of molten green clay
shapeshifting into the certainty of uncertainty the tomrmenting claims of the minds disease fade away faster and faster and until the clammoring voices cease i will wear my outsides inside out clinging to the resistence that smiles
taking into account the other, now the path is tread with no lending ear to sing to softly and quite inconveniently at the best part of the song, mixing quietly in the innocent piles of her hair, a waiting room for disaster, but incalcuable plodding was being done by the master, whos face glowed red behing the evershifting green maleable container.
contained within this bag:
nail clippers
sweater
amethyst
lighter
pair of gloves
vaseline
black lipstick
all striving for equality i cannot and will not choose between your quality and quantity find the taste of the nasal injection refundatory
refundatory?
the cup was never a cake
until today
Posted by dave at February 7, 2006 09:06 PM
Comments
mmmmm vaseline.
Posted by: John Staedler at February 9, 2006 04:28 PM
...until today.
And so we spoke of a wold that was fresh and new and ever changing, growing from pain and cynicism with an elemental grace.
Speak easy ... :)
Posted by: Sarai at February 10, 2006 09:30 AM
The cup was never a cake: when
Pepermint candy penetrated
peppermint patty and sam hill
alive shot 40 fu*%#ing Lincolns on fort fruit
burning away the alchemy today we know as
"baked".
Posted by: tog at February 28, 2006 02:21 PM