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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3616 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Shard, Beak, Ray Graeme mullen Yes, we were connected— two suns eyeing through the dust and cosmos with gravity, two yellow chicks flitting glances through the scratch, but you had to go and tow the line, stretch it with a teasing pull, till it was spittle-thin and then it broke, and so I stirred my end’s puddle into albumen, and spun a shell as hard as teeth, and rolled down that highway, towards the pretty lights of the San Fernando Valley, (which sounds like a pretty name for all those lights, from up there on the blurring gravel, but when you’re down they cut you up, believe me) |
