the saddest blog that ever was
9.24.2003:
it all matters for naught 'cept for that crooked freckle on the nose, skewed. i wish i could fall asleep in the crook of that freckle right now and hear its lightly labored breathing. did you know you had a freckle there? i cant believe your instincts are leading you to such absurd conclusions. you are so wrong. WRONG!!! and when i have proven you wrong you will have to eat your words and i will serve them to you on a chilled glass platter neatly sliced tossed with a nice acerbic vinegarette and they will be so delicious, so cold like william carlos williams' plums in the icebox and like him you will be forgiven for eating them. but you will still be WRONG! ha ha.
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