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Saturday, December 12, 2009

What You Tell Yourself: Snoring in Morse Code

Not good enough. A set of words which evokes no genuine image or emotion, does not fill the white space coagulating like leaky egg cracks, yet, always, it seems to be so.

Posted by John D. at 11:47 AM  

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