3/16/09

PICTURE BY MATT PALENSKE
google mugshot plus ms paint

Somehow, the rest of the day was left to drain through the carpet's carpet. Through the floorboards is a gutter. All the presence that was left in the mailbox was undermined. How thoughtful is awful and bedposts promote ex-rock, pestle and Bach: the orphans of san paluego. That cloud insisted on remaining inside my backpack. It went ahead and sogged up my cheetos, my cereal, and my bread, but left my apples as they were. We will arrive. We will be arriving. We are arriving. We have arrived.

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