Saturday, May 31, 2008

Yearbook (5.5)

It’s a old TV show, it’s totally awesome, about these college kids or whatever. Knocked my head on a rock. It’s the delicious, chewy baseball glove hamburger. This is not an optical illusion. I want a new city built to include—in this room the lights are out, the lights from outside move across the ceiling. You can spot and pause the moment it begins to be fear, the whale-isle, the murky treasure. Caught a bit of stark welkin at 5:30 this morning through the newly deplasticked window.

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