semicircles and grapes make it.
hot coffee makes it.
fried foods mos' definitely make it.
flat screen television sets don't make it.
trips to istanbul and tokyo trip up the bicycle, which, hitting rocks on a weekly basis, pauses for verification.
ancient memories ignite in a whirl of plausible petulance.
grass stains melt graveyard memories; butter slides uncontrollably down the shortcut route to high school graduation.
tiny tigers gestate painfully, as pricks of pain dominate theoretical space.
observant antelopes fall prey to common mistakes, repeated endlessly, in a rhythym unlike that of the daffodil.
so much for the lemonade.
6:09 p.m. - 2004-10-26
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