This AUGUST DOCUMENT was mired in the strange procedures of LOSS. It resided behind bookcases and migrated seasonally in and out of files and plastic wallets. Its owner believed it lost but in a dream a crested murrulet flew from the drear guano streaked cliffs of an ancient clime and vouchsafed that it would be found again. IT has been GORN GORN GORN now it is BACK all other versions are as false as cardboard canapés containing rubber seafood, they will make your teeth bounce back and lead you into a morass of misapprehenspoons
The above is something I wrote this morning prior to going to a script m eeting/ rehearsal with my collaborators in a shortly forthcoming and badly prepared poetry show. (above)
The above is something I wrote this morning prior to going to a script m eeting/ rehearsal with my collaborators in a shortly forthcoming and badly prepared poetry show. (above)
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