2008-02-03 - 11:18 p.m.
A letter in all caps is the type equivalent of shouting so today i march forward running maybe in my ever smaller caps shouting goodbye to lake placid and whispering hello to a very "windy" desert looking forward to filtering sand through these gills of yore The Quill Pen how can i span time in a place like the desert without being sure that there will be any natural snacks? and also not a river and not a stream to subtract this thirst problem of mine what if stagflation hits hard and import produce shoots through the roof? What will be the value of my latest plot? What if I want to wiggle out of this mortgage contract? Oh, the contracts, the contracts all of the contracts and the predictable way water tends to move from heights to relative depressions Today, thusfar, has been nothing but a long session of Q and A by me and the rest will be silence (pinky swear) The Press Most of the A's I will get around to later like lifting the same jug, or knowing a scar or wanting to lift a bigger jug and then forgetting about the jugs altogether as the ground seems moister and cooler and calmer, altogether smoother and then with a foreign wisp of kinky hair a memory of somebody elses despair (French Condom Reservoirs) I've heard that girls with big jugs have bad backs Digital-Home Press & no editor But there are two types of Big jugs and so far he lacks a license to manufacture new Spines
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