Wednesday, August 16, 2000

MARK MY WORDS

to some extent that’s true

there is a fly doing the double in my triple anyhow cow jumped over the moon over my hammy right into my cup of wonton soup served with a pinch of

tossed diagonally over my shoulder between points b and a and stopping off in between to read a downstream newspaper that craves a bite of a mcburger of some distinction

mark my words in cucumber language traceable only with an antennae found in remote areas of gravity

itching like a knat or a no see um that can fit through the screen of the tv and burrow into your skin with a goal of a compromise between both sides of the story

book issue do you need a kleenex or a game of table tennis

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