11.09.2004

he said that meditation doesn't have to be an empty practice. so i unfolded my legs as i do a moist towelette. the ink runs when you kamakaze a button down in preparation for respiratory function panic. and all the while you're thinking did i forget the broccoli in the microwave, will my child have underdeveloped lesions.

i'm calling the spatial suffering of dresden a furtive miscellanea of "ways to get your face on the hundred dollar bill" meditation is for quitters. hesitate. and count the servitude of your fellow bandits. dental floss is property does that mean your cavity is communal

when we've lassoed the moon and third birth rights, the reform will burn corn at their husks. the lending library our body bags, sesame street superfluous. the boiling point is burn

mama peasoup carriages the artillery train. my suasion is a pledge to bazooka joe