Dear artaud

03/22/2007

in In Epistles

Photoshop is taking so long and I’m thinking of you. The remnants of a shattered weed on the road. I am a-thinking about the tassels’ purl. What wrongs on the envelope of the mountain? Supine, prone, the placemats.

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