if arsenic fails, try algebra

shows eyes and plays on curbs leans back in charis like a stalker but like an angel (is that wierd adding up i never majored in math, but i know it works) fine minds have looked and lured told stories a face rising fromt eh sea and coming out in wide eyes or walking parking lots in the rain hears aeroplane overhead chit-chatters march hides at end of car-row finishes drink eats pizza i smile orange smile at pad and paper here free as ghosts.

2003-12-09 | 1:04 p.m.
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