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I like to wait
and I like to eat
as I wait.
I rest, and I wait to eat.
Because waiting
is eating, and you can’t eat
if you don’t wait.

2.19.2009

Valentine

Left over. Left
with teeth marks in it. After
Ghandi proved
it was violent. A knife
shaved his whiskers
down
to mathematical impossibilities.
Clinton
gagged on the
pit of a peach.
Posted by C. Kursel at 10:16 AM

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