Saturday, 14 July 2012

thumb scad, the
blood creeps out and all the rest
is as it was not. Time is represented
by sunlight. Moving into the shade with
you, did you get all my letters? I asked for
sparkling water. Reading them with some delicious
coffee: sparged malts, running up and down
stairs. Phosphorescent bugs like
stars. Grime of dead man's house a
comfort worth keeping.

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