in flight

... akin you don't have to hold on but you musn't let go with eyes wide shut and breathe drawn slow the sparks in this bottle they ignite on my lips the lightbulbs, they dance and my heartbeat, it skips liquid inhibition streams right past the teeth braving the stomach glides straight down the sheeth. escaping through movement illuminating the night glimpses of fearless bodies in flight 8/9/06

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That damned girl can't type.

In the lofty levels of the Snodgrass Building, Connie Seahorn is eating trees. One wrong letter, one crooked line: one more precious sheeth of oak, murdered. Skirts must be tailored and not show your knobby knees. Colors of the gray family are preferred. Hair pulled back, chignons are the best, and lips should be worn a classic shade of red. The shredder is coughing clouds of dust into the ...

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Sheeth

in flight

That damned girl can't type.