Friday 3/28/2008 01:40:00 AM

Your ducks all in a row. Quack. Quack. Simeon ledgers count backwards from the profit. Or loss. As it fits the moment.

Told secrets on the whims of metaphor. Depleted demons to come to my defense. Since I don't know anymore. Why it matters.

He said I was naked, but I knew I was still dressed. As well as any oyster knows the pearl is still thee. Long Journeys to the end of the Earth. As if there are margins in which to write our notes. Or any place that still remembers searching.

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