OBSERVING
Paper the wooded lane with fly-paper,
see what sticks around. Why would that
be any different than yesterday? My arms
can't work and my mind gets confused.
I think I was unplugged too long? Every
other word I write is a strange word and
unknown to me. My hair gets blown by
the messiest wind, but I no longer care.
Anyway, my hair's no longer there.
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I like that feeling - like a burro in a
barnyard watching goats devour paper
bark. You can learn a lot by observation:
How'd they learn to do that? Do they do
that in the dark?
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