Flesh woke from its nightly hallucinations
and found its nowhere sitting on its head.
So be it, assembled priests said, and with
that writ, a body found itself instead. Which
meant, a babble a gurgle a glitch of being
here it was, a babbie once it was that grew
long and lean and hungered for what always
never-ever was. Which was the mean thing
tomorrow to be sorted for all.
(nothing to do with your post, Roger, I was just too lazy to put up a
new header)
2008/7/26 Roger Day <[log in to unmask]>:
> http://www.vbs.tv/video.php?id=1684378001
>
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> My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/
> "I began to warm and chill
> to objects and their fields"
> Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
>
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David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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