Wednesday, August 23, 2000

Oh baby, I love this place. And this is my poem:
About 5:50 at the busstop
righteous concrete they feed
with infra garden sometime
resurrect ing within thy abundant nectar
psuedo ghost s of crystal despair .

AKA: what you get when you hit things semi-randomly.
Oh yeah, I swiped the link from Nicci. Shhh!

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