Daily Archives: September 19, 2012

one dot like this you’d see because there it is thats three if pick in these its really by now six-some- seven how you do that I don’t know

foot up on the floor, that would-be- feeling of flustration, & the bough a pendulum; I’d scream but my tongue is quit of its eternity — how is it on the beach at Cradle Rock I’ve only eggs to pick up ’round the clock

fidgetin’, what’s this (?) four-poster on the floor, unassembled, yet wrenches & ratchets, scissors (the measure), one big smile — that’s for youth, philips  screw driver