9.3.09

Automatic Ibis-Dog

3 comments:

  1. while my fork tongue drummer
    hies her hair in reverse on white line wales
    i dot you my love you're healthy and during
    passages you remind me of the belt buckle
    across my past squeezing papers to trees...

    lurky out spread the funk

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  2. quite surrealistic unconscious mind you have...fantastic title too.

    :-)

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  3. "lurky out spread the funk" - I'll vreeet to that!

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