A crack in the sky is leaking hummingbird eggs and words of light.
My name ran away to a ridiculous country in the distant past.
There isn’t anyone left inside the dictionary’s rotten indexes.
I continually have this strange urge to telephone a position on Saturn.

Mar 31, 2012

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