Sunday, March 16, 2008

Whetted on the back of my cracked hand

Ta

Argued and illuminated. Thinkgressions marked on slim soil. narrow land. an arrowed hand
lists under its feathered burden.

Bron

Dark sounds surveillance symbols lingering in fallow fields of leather. Sordid corvee, conscription
on the order of

Orm

Ore abounds and whispers sounds of grey galvanization. Thumped, thudded, a ruse of little tendency. Whetted on the back of my cracked hand.

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