January 2010
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western promises
eastern gutters, but I’m not a gutter girl. clocking distances in each set of eyes, babes in boyland driving on fly-by, watching, waiting, with the incisions of gentle persuasion, who do you carry? I got fractions and numbers in breath, seasons frigid and culling bones for promise.. promise of something, whatchoo got? show me your numbers, barcoded on the back of your slips of lips,...
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the urgency of baobabs →
chapter 5 from the little prince… click it.
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Plathmadlibs →
time-waster #11 - sylvia plath madlib.
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