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Archive for September, 2008

This is no time for pedantry or playthings. You there
get down from that there tree house.
Here is some real mud.

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.