Saturday, March 5, 2011

March 3, 2011

Where is the King of Ireland? Sleep waits at the corner of Winifred and Sellars. When does it find the end - When do we see the darkened plate sitting in the oven of life? When I was a young boy I remember seeing black and white, in order to name the collective visionaries I must seek the grandiose part of a comma. Not coma - comma. I love birds.

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