Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Everybody is leaving. If only needed, they would steal and feel a great capability. I've seen those near me drift closer and stroke that which was mine. Plastering the whole world in the wall is a riffled book worth reprehensible entitlement. Look through the window. Plow a field. Borrow a spear. Dig the tomato. Form a noodle. Bothered by selfish antidotes to a quarreling stone, brushed the meadow... lark. "Don't be so thoughtful, question mark!" Fired up and ready too slow. To hide something in a public hiding space is a spongy menstruation filled compliment with beans spilled for showmanship. "FOOD got tired of the harassment."