Wednesday, June 21, 2006
In and out, in and out, the crimson red went rushing back and forth, with impunity and delight. Down the streets, down the roads, down the highways, down the arteries and, it’s all in, the veins of the corpus.
The closest distance between two points would be a straight line unless the space was twirling, whirling, swirling.
I tried but could not stay within the lines.
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