Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Uno the beginning
To say what I want to say, I will need quiet. It will have to be produced from the audience, manifested and projected to reach me. Otherwise all sense will be lost. Sentences will unorganize one another. Blends will occur, the hetero sentences become homosentences. Everevery idea has its dirtyfingers fingering his older sister in the living room after their paragraphs have gone upstairs to bed. So make quiet like you can.
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Uno was the end
The beginning got the end rolling and now its out of control. Snowballing from Scotia to Bama but melting at the toll.
Damn its hot in Alabama.
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