Monday, March 17, 2014

Man of La Mancha Dies

Possible tent. Possible place in

infinite slope

of mountain. Possible explanation of

Paypal as most beloved. Lend us your

years. There was a midnight groomed

thru day until it stuck the

trace of time. Which today is

yesterday, viable weekends?

Possible tent on easy

going Everest. Talks with gods

fruition. Maybe no

avalanche, words expressing

doubt. Yeti stalks the vast

empty, looking for

Sarah Palin tossed

salad. It adds up to

what. Stone of marginal people

collect for days on the

awful side of

mountain. No tent

exists. We are the human’s

entreaty.

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