Wednesday, August 6, 2008
justwrite 31 july belleville delay
by the time the sun sets in the trees there'll be no more lifesavers in your pocket and the lock box you thought you stocked well will be missing kissing another set of eyes surprised by the bounty it cost you so much to amass and the crass reminders of your debt will bet the farm on neon alarms up and down the avenue turning walnut street into a ritzy new venue testing your willingness to believe slipping the ace from your sleeve to the floor where it's lapped up by a jack russell terrier placed there for the purpose no reimbursement available and no salable goods recovered at the scratch and dent tent everything gold must go and only green is clean enough to stay to sort the way and doubts from the fresh and hot supposition mission a recovery of clover a shudder through the cheddar aisle styling dairy fantasies into the court departing from the past tense through an interdimensional trench scooping up the loops and the fruit and tooting your own scorn which is not attractive but counteractive to your noble purposes your classless gases in their own fine line categorized and sized with atomic weight understated and the sun when it comes will grill your cheese and skin your knees again you will be seven years old again and pigtails will be fascinating and the only currency worth any contemporary fare will be wrapped in cellophane but not for very long
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