Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Merry Christmas, Poets!

Afterwards, you extemporized in the forested area

Knocking on the glass tree: Kristallnacht.

Why not be nonexistent?
a dog's terrible movie is a special

insight the actors are thought to be on all fours

most of the balletic time anyway

It rains inside and outside our store

Let us be like seagulls
those "lions of birds among birds"

and "not mind"

an autistic fucked Christmas

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