Tuesday, May 6, 2014

5331. MISS JETTLE

MISS JETTLE
(all apologies)
Outside of this life, there's little else to live for : if you
are creating a vertical line, go at it horizontally. The
conundrum is the paradox, and all things will get 
answered. If you meet the Buddha on the road, 
kill him. All striving, and your quest, is over. These
fragments I have shored against my ruins.
Once upon a time we knew the world
from birth.

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