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Apr 30, 2006 23:50

o doing nothing. o plath i the magpie to take your blazing o and dash. you huge rook you, your shadow engulfs me.

o nothing (and/or everything) to clear and nothing too clear. o and lo and oh and no. the sounds of my state. of mind my head has nothing to quiet (nothing too quiet). disquiet, then? and yet such comfort and calm (quiet, yes) with you.

all caught in the sounds of words and the sight of words on this scratched screen. screen scratched as many spiderwebs on a manyfaceted jewel. and little jet letters all caught. and little birdfeet sounds.

o mad head. full and overspilling. the grossness of this (n)everwanted largesse.
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