Sunday, August 2, 2009

What Is In Hot Cheetos

Deconstructing the world I

not think I'm running:
if I stand back, wait,
I'm taking career. Challenging

prospect of failure to which we are doomed.

I'm reformed. I look, I swelled up, I shot
cactus naked, but not skewer me. I'm reforming
every morning,
and now I always do everything I want.
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disconnected from my mind with images from movies and song of the Pedra de Extremoduro. (Some not so disjointed)



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