novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i could dance like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives we'd fare well flash cleaning. rifling through piles. found, tin puzzle box filled with sixty letters from the same person. found, vip pass to a nightclub an old friend used to dj at. rhythm guitar for beginners book. empty cardboard boxes. stained-glass kit. unread used books. annotated fiction drafts. the fiftieth anniversary peanuts retrospective. all of these were given to me and therefore parts of the people associated with such various objects transferred connotation onto my floor. and now my empty floor is sad. 11:06 pm - 09.23.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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