Monday, September 28, 2009

Constrained Nickel Plaid

Sometimes I feel no one notices that I actually care about them. Not even my friends.

.It will be good in the morning so we think.

A lump of change. I left it on the bedroom floor, along with my quilted red velvet scarf. A bruised up Audrey Kitching lamp cramped in a toilet stall.

Crazed razors creating an installation of grim lasers. Cream of Nothing.

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