Saturday, August 4, 2007


I milk all the flowers of the world.

Little girls folding old men for tin.

Things left in place are abundant.

Cheese wheels occupy france.

My last time eating dried tape.

Brass nipple factory exhumes bread.

Year supply of prison body flakes.

Waiting lab.

Waiting is the disease that keeps you waiting.

Cake has energy.

Abundance is the feeling of why.

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