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Thursday, August 18th 2005
the air caught in the
turbulence alongside the train
smells of dogshit
Asuguo
the clouds and light that
paint the evening sky did
a wonderful job tonight
Asuguo
safe from penetration
my ideas hide in the
darkness of my skull
Asuguo
Wednesday, August 17th 2005
there used to be
a time when my mail
was delivered to me
Asuguo
Tuesday, August 16th 2005
today one of
the living dead
spoke to me
Asuguo
Monday, August 15th 2005
a jarmusch character
seems unreal
in full colour
Dillo Fenderson
Saturday, August 13th 2005
this trail proves
that roots don't necessarily
have to be underground
Asuguo
Friday, August 12th 2005
is there anyone
among the rolling guards
who doesn't smoke?
Dillo Fenderson
with this allergy
i need to learn to operate
on low oxygen supply
Asuguo
Thursday, August 11th 2005
don't think anything's there forever
because one day
it will be gone
Dillo Fenderson
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