Sunday, January 17, 2010

when I am in crux

it looks a little like a dental dam. I have a split-hoof and a harpy. My name has been my name for as long as George, but no one can bear to notice. Yesterday, a soup and a soup and a soup and a librarian. I hope you are not too jealous of the architecture we discussed, and the farmland beside the penitentiary. My children were good eggs. Half of my children. Do not ask me if the tooth fairy is real. Until I have lost all of mine I can't be sure.

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