Americans,
claude le monde no networks, no nukes, not notcakes
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5:41 pm | 15 April 2003 | infidel You are sewing your lips to the blarney stone While the medical helicopters tumble past And I am Rorschaching you over and over I am one to whom infidel has been permanently tattooed I am waiting to be written into a decorous promenade It�s a paperclip wisdom, like shoes fettered on shelves White-coated, we read DNA like Dead Sea scrolls, but still So would you recognize the musing of my shattered face No. I smile and batten down all sorts of hatches unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |