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if rust belts horizon
Posted by: dk | 04/30/2009 at 08:05 AM
the desert craves a sofa for its birthday
Posted by: dk | 04/30/2009 at 08:06 AM
to hold the sky / an olfactory mulch of sky
Posted by: jc | 04/30/2009 at 09:13 AM
a wet creosote tree, a sofa and love $399
Posted by: Elizabeth Terrazas | 04/30/2009 at 01:30 PM
and if the horizon eats someone's storm, eats the very terrible wood of night,
Posted by: olivia | 05/01/2009 at 12:19 PM
knuckle crack and wearing chaps
Posted by: n.bond | 05/01/2009 at 09:53 PM
please pick up the phone, somewhere ringing
Posted by: phil | 05/03/2009 at 10:35 AM
please crack your knuckle rust elsewhere, friend--
i'll see you that desert striptease and raise you a long letter to a gone girl--
Posted by: olivia | 05/04/2009 at 02:54 PM
my lint pockets limp hanging / snowlike / dead pale /
Posted by: dk | 05/08/2009 at 08:17 AM
barrel racing rodeo girl/Mescalero try outs
Posted by: Elizabeth Terrazas | 05/08/2009 at 11:22 AM
as we watch sky breach cloud and find out the weather takes her
Posted by: V.E. Grenier | 05/10/2009 at 04:21 AM