Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

XIX.


What is the
exigence in the
floating circle of the
rhetoric chasms compounding the
inordinate amount of mashed words in the
sweet sour bucket of none sense that expresses me sometimes?
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