The Shortest Method of Bankrupting Mallards
2006-02-28 - 10:03 p.m.

I am a formation of watery conversations.

You are the excretion of marvelous recreations.

Time will eventually have us sowing jagged fields of comfortable salutations, and those will surely be days of gravy and inspiration.

I had a conversion into undulating gasses.

And you reverted to attending sultry masses.

In glorious beds of turnips and taste buds, I have found something worth finding. The meaning of the spaces between your shoes escaped the slaughter of frivolity.

Exit into other gasses.

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