dciv.
'Actual' not actually
applicable. Lost in
spates. (Or spats.
Or states. Or
stats.) Falling all
over. Or failing.
'A possible target
for all groups
of men.' A
difficult task. A
winter swings, via
its own power,
back home.
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Monday, November 14, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
dciii.
Squint and retroactive
pain. A 'skeptic'
saves the day
again all said
and done. Would-
be detonations set
a tribute (to
an audience in
space), scraped-by abundant
happiness. Trying,
and failing, to
get your bearings.
Actual tidings spray.
Friday, November 11, 2005
dcii.
Went ahead and
took them down
& out. 'One
more step to
left or right . . .
and hold!' 'This
is all part
of the on-
going campaign.' Hold
a fear she
never owned (as
he deserved the
unsecurable).
Thursday, November 10, 2005
dci.
Frank and open
to the max
(deep and aloof).
'I wanted some
to be more
the more I
strove.' An everyday
defeat. Stern rebuke
deserved. Never to
be diminished. (On
your marks.) Quibbling
over a sizable
chunk of future.
Monday, November 07, 2005
dc.
'O, there is
no such need
for the code.'
'The distinct possibility
that matter is
all there is.'
Here we are.
We can talk
about death.