Tuesday, November 29, 2011

November 29 2011 The Stars Are Either A Giant Word Hoard of the Universe or Venerable Ancient Monks

Into
The
Taciturn
Blue
Black
Sky
Speak
Your
Piece
Stringless
How
We
Were
Meant
To
Pass
Unafraid
Automatic
As
Swallowing
Face
Them
Stars
Child
Them
Yellow
Winking
Monks
That
Glare
At
Our
Monkey
Brains

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