Thursday, July 05, 2007

gathering in participate

Paying my rent, I try to capture my signature mood like a free-loader, gasping into my hands which pay great attention to the check and its texture, every groove. The last thing I want to do is piss the cops off completely. Now, every five miles north finds a new generation of milky corporate turd. I use corporate here to denote the physical relationship between pen and pusher.

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