i second that,

November 6, 2008 at 6:33 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 17 Comments
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emotion, Smokey Robinson style,
heh, where did Bootsy go, sorry
at some point it all collapses into a joke between me and myself, when i think well a new idea requires a new language, let the language lead. She was born somewhere between The Indian Ocean and the south west coast of Western Australia where the swell defied by bare rocks bursts into white plumes against a rich blue sky. In that breeze which sudden took our backs and hastened us to Shanghai wherein some tangled tale disappeared, she was created, once in desire then manifest upon the waves,

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