Friday, November 28, 2008

that thursdayday poem

fo[u]rth day after
wed nes day day
november almost
december


eatingoods baked evrystep wtch
out w out aborted feet[eye] fr ee
mulsificationsbetter

wtch th
co lesster allevels heard
its gna rain eat
in brothers
dnas good for de
roofinn
roofs r nice too
fr that

hows the little ones tasting hope
ththr good wouldnt
want m wasted n tasted

bad




but







we r still cannibalizingr
brothers n sisters

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