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| farmfish |
i am not always concerned with your trivial throat clearings, waiting for you to utter truth and meaning, as if i have a glass of toscana and you hand me a strainer. so what if i had the cork off at the holiday grounds, sitting on the table i made myself from old rough-cut, and a few gnats drowned and wild cherry blossoms dropped in it. i don't blame them the shit's fine. but then, sometimes i don't even fucking ask, i just throw my head back and drain the glass, little flowers, bugs, and all. |
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| farmfish duh | qestion? hmmmm, sorry 'bout that, too enchanted to spell as well. hell, yeah. | 020117 |