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Inbox poetry/dreaming
Aug. 30th, 2004 10:09 am(For those who don't know this game, inbox poetry is an arrangement of the subject lines of the day's spam)
Inbox Poetry, 8/30/04:
to the west; the edge was
taking over the sky
taking over the sky
taking. over the. sky.
Somewhere, not in a
bold, back-slanting
object; did not object to the object.
the wind was not enough to wind the sail.
Fortunato raised his left hand at the same time.
to the west; the edge was
taking over the sky
taking over the sky
taking. over the. sky.
( And then there was the subconscious randomness )
Inbox Poetry, 8/30/04:
to the west; the edge was
taking over the sky
taking over the sky
taking. over the. sky.
Somewhere, not in a
bold, back-slanting
object; did not object to the object.
the wind was not enough to wind the sail.
Fortunato raised his left hand at the same time.
to the west; the edge was
taking over the sky
taking over the sky
taking. over the. sky.
( And then there was the subconscious randomness )
