2004-01-20 - 3:44 p.m.
Washed down the middle by summer smelling mint tea, missing and groping but clean. That's a lie; there's always a little cloud of mud in the water, and in and through that soluble earth truth mixes with liberal doses of imagination. What the hell happened? A stupid question with an equally stupid answer that we all know. Sometimes it costs too much to get it right. May the stick in your spokes dissapear before the forks come 'round.
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