Saturday, August 30, 2003

pirated rough service in
trade with
perfect day
to come,
perfect efflorescence in
danger, the desert gives
so much, so much future
stands ahead, a waiting
touch or trough
of something, so
much nation to
hear and make,
along guidelines
and trammel. poor wings stick
in logic grass, the first are
stormed and
that nature is put second,
so that never
ending states its case,
service to air mission
caring, jet pack saving, gas
zillion biology, grunt of
proper noun, space station
weirder as
the aliens come alive. no,
not really alive, just
floating ahead on their

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