Saturday, January 03, 2009

unhinged morbasity sacred trevail.  Crucified pigeons flying.  Smoky haze like the paintings "Help, Mother is Wounded" at the bottom of a rusty ocean thorn wreath lights magnify and swallow us snatched away at Zeno's paradoxical final moment.

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