May 23, 2007


Between ears of a river and legs of a mountain,the skyline has a see-through crowd. Burnt notes crawl out ignoramuses. Statuesque ribbons percolate faintly. Tongues dance. Frenzied cake bones slump into a giant brace holding aloft the bitter galaxy. A glass bubble hangs over lenses whisking lakes away. Celebrations of musk siren out from a hollow tree's placenta dome.

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