Monday, January 21, 2008

FLYING

Trying to describe how I feel about flying is useless

as meaningless as explaining the greatness of a good book

to a blind guy

I hate it, how’s that for yer poem?

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Unknown said...

Pussy, I'll hold your hand while I'm sitting next to you. Remember, I'm your golden ticket.

January 22, 2008 at 10:19 AM

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