This is no time for pedantry or playthings. You there
get down from that there tree house.
Here is some real mud.
Archive for September, 2008
Then, by chance, I decide to run. He decides to cycle.
And so we meet.
I am fast like a bike but slower cause I stop it like a wall.
The letters don’t look like letters. But they are, you tell yourself. I tell myself by telling you
they are letters. Damn it.
Then they are. Because you and I don’t want to be damned, we believe
they are letters.
It begins
And so has begun.
