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on EXPLODING, not nice...

thesisXantithesisXsynthesis... after 10:00am coffee and thievery after that cologne... lunch, dinner, beer, then bed hurray

offering the limp version first

...umbering word trains pointed at objects...they were meant to bounce here...and there with slit tab preciseness... It was a Gallery...white. “Drab pisser. Dank and brown, it smells like ammonia.” I heard after a, “Hurm... But I didn't happen to chance upon any empiricist, inst...

instant, slow, and boring (The L Train to Jefferson...Meek)

meek like a soft brown habit I saw Paul Chan Sleeping on the L train the other day. He smiled. I wrote aimless prose in my blackberry. Gallery's suck.