the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. email@example.com or post one yourself, in the comments.
end of the linelaggingagain she's lastloosing herself in lighther pinafore soft, bright. dream timedawdling.
a quote:i can't do the talk they do on tvand i can't do a love song like the way it's meant to bei can't do everything but i'd do anything for you i can't do anything cept be in love with you --- dire straits
!!!!!pass the muenster, saltines,del monte sweet chips & the black crack!
what a coincidenceit's the same number as art bell's experimentthe one that failed to heal mckenna's brain cancer
inside the hollow earth:the purple spores (the sit-in group)drink tea, turn leaves with their voices
CobrasI love new-fashioned whores: Men swollen with sperm,who span excited skin,hover above victim,stage hood winks,ruler-sized beds,vacuum pumps, Viagra kings.
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