When the madwomen come dancing out of the tree above
last nights dinner wine jumps back and covers the floor
with unbearable rants of bottom man fish oracles that you
My dinner will die laughing from ingesting these brightest
Which is I think Jim giving the jab. I like the jab. He continues:
statements coming across universal and universes which areThe last line the morphing chorus
beyond even your wide minded brothers and sisters in our
loving state of compress.
If you think this matters. That matters.
Jim hints at an interest in vispo, as I mentioned in an ancient post, as
Matter matter matter matter. Not
the participants and commanders who seem to spend
countless hours scouring all letters in both known and
unknown alphabets just trying to find something to say.
Like any of this matter. Matters.
A question of the music from the back of the head. Jimmy (that's me,) likey.
1 comment:
me likey too.
and likey your books much.
thanks for sending them.
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