Poetry
is what came before Newton
named gravity and everyone happily
flying suddenly plummeted.
2008
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
19 June
The meanest thing I ever thought to say to anyone
1997
When the standard against which you measure your lapses of integrity is shooting strangers, it must be easy to excuse transgressions of the heart.
1997
When the standard against which you measure your lapses of integrity is shooting strangers, it must be easy to excuse transgressions of the heart.
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