Sunday, July 04, 2004
so it unravelled, and we went to the desert distracted. a truck warranted envy, the perplexity of confusion. each weight of deserted word remains in the grasp for minutes on edge. it seems close to the pool of water where we plan to stay near. the aliens have become hopeless. they've seen our way with the pieces of time we've tried to ensnare.
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