Mar 08, 2004 01:58
Revitalization is horizoning.
its bony fingers walking themselves up a slippery brink.
Dust bus, bound for a saturated home. What a world, weekend, winter's capping salutations.
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Speeding away from thehothouse polis, two loves somnambulate backward, one, two propogate browns and tweeds just ahead. I will lunge into it, into the citron.
Out of the sleep of reading, an orange barricade coerces completion. It is fine. Pervasive. Wrapped in what seems soleil.
Regarde! Regarde!
Gagged up by a spectrum of synthesized itch, to the orange, to the planetary hills, JE NE VAIS JAMAIS ALLER!
Fredricksburg has escalated - it is a living place
alive in ways New York is not.