Friday, January 23, 2009

Missoula, I Who Have No Rights

Still.

Say. Yes.

Missoula yes.

Flickeringly.


My favorite spiritual crayons

are still my favorite spiritual crayons.


Ya know.


Yakima?


Words.


Wyrd.


All happiness to you.
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3 comments:

The Juice said...

That is so sweet. Ticklingly sweet. Amply sweet. Awryingly sweet. Adverbially sweet. Gut sweet. Frosted powdered sugar sweet. You must know me.

January 23, 2009 10:15 PM
William Keckler said...
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January 23, 2009 10:18 PM
William Keckler said...

Not very subtle, huh?

I like the way you innocently handle language.

It's savvy.

Sort of like watching Childe Hassam paint.

Whom I like a lot.

But I will be good.

Dear Sir.

Hello.

Just think of me as your Paula Abdul sipping that clear liquid she insists is water.

January 23, 2009 10:20 PM

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