Sunday, August 28, 2011

to the witches that where killed...I don't believe in magic, only words.

life is a confection of differences.

to understand
personas at random-

and the jokes they read

play and

spin-onto a listener with
pushy mouths.

or why don't we read anymore?

to love the unlovable shoebox;

and searching...

filling its space in a day
and there is still the night to come.


by the small that affects.

hungry for The Age of Stars to return.

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