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Friday, April 27, 2018
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Dear Noam Chomsky,
Before the sun, a bird. Before the bird a dream that slipped
away like a tail in a wall crack. How much of nothing
can even the
IRS tax? I know a few things about nothing.
I know it throws open all the doors & leaves you waiting
anxiously, the coffee brewed, for yourself to come home.
Every cop in the world, bare-assed, hiding in the closet.
Every cop in the world, bare-assed, hiding in the closet.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
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