mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
herds of wind harvesting turbines
gracefully arcing across the plains as far as the eye can see
and six hours past herds in the full onset of total numb bum!!!!
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