we'll see, we'll see. i'm kinda random.

[photoflood]

zenith, let me down please. we are all salable, and God is an opiate. ideas are machines, "on pins & needles" rusty wheels. Duchamp, Duchamp, you renevator. tucan, tucan, tucan sam on the fruit loops box. you are a minimalist, ready-made of wire. painting is dead- art suicide -in the rafters with a toy handgun. she eats her fruit slowly,

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[crystalthoughts]

I love you. What else is there for me to say? Let's talk later.

[photoflood]

i love you too. i left my cell phone at home, but when i get there i'll call or text.

[creature___clay]

Your words flow like the muddled reflections of distant objects;

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