Into the Headland
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
to blank the ness. cover your body with flies, your mouth a buttery sun that breaks the day yolk like and drizzled.
do not carry chuck norris around in tree form saying don't mess with me, you know this tree is chuck norris.
there are rules for us. someone watched the right television shows growing up. my hat is a plant now and the wade into sleep like a river made out of hushed sounds. a fog set down.
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