Thursday, August 28, 2003

in minutes there were
hours, a thought more
useless than complete. the aliens weren't
used to narrative
but it overtook them. significance
grew. people were
talking, or
so it seemed. and each word
had meaning, tho
definition never was
so the fight, the
fancy grew to
intention, as if
the whole damn planet
were astounded, when it was
only planning an escape hatch, a
perfect sentence to dull the
electorate. how were
aliens supposed to
respond to such
tawdry invection?
the reanimation
of lump
in a beginning

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