The Nacreous Oughts

29 September 2006

   Mothman at Ground Zero

none;} face Hath yet was the
wind moves over them, the hand
has a message we flower
in this is no fire consumes to Brahms,
the duty was allotted, mad as to rise
and they know
sport anything adumbrating ...The
to rainshower of work
to rise
Bob Rafelson the windand one crystal
bat split, spread flat its guts yellow
quartz. When Adam in the future: confine of
its heavy trust aspiring to
remind us That He never before Our
crops are leaving
for the computer lab at 6:
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K. S.

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