Thursday, 28 June 2007

Thursday 01 07:07


A crow fished from a blocked chimney


Hoofprints in sand

Down by the nets

What comes in through a cat-flap

Without oars we rowed for hours

What if a road decided to go somewhere else?

As a dog with two dicks


You might hear, second, third, fourth hand, that I am unwell

He who lives by the sword. Is scary

That night, blind corners could suddenly see

Dream Kitchen

McDonalds as a War Crime

With nothing left I phone you

Concentrate on her various attributes

Behind Blockbuster Video

When they told me I was dead I said, not funny


univented blades of grass

The earth still moves

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