It is a good thing that e-mail exists… had an awfully strange time last night.

The whole the idea of life seemed to creep in it wasn't exactly what I had thought I'm tired of everything tires me Sucking up, for example, as a Start But I’d rather endure in a Wiki Than whatever is thought of as Art Likewise pretending to merit a Place, There at the groundswell next to a deep Grave Dividing who has and who never May The decadence of a detail Engraved As if it were English and it were Love, Asserts Authority it shouldn’t Have

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