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.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
piled high and deep (not always evident
about twenty units flung into an I-am-done-with-you
pile, which stands about waist deep (4') by a tad longer than three of me stacked head to foot (18' or so).
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