Wednesday, July 20, 2005

July 20, 2005 

I sit here in my raccoon boxer shorts, fans running all around, facing out and in they blow -- can my third floor room, painted yellow with a pink door (a hint of grapefruit) and crystal, glass, handle-knob be found on the aerial maps this morning? Ever quiet and ready my undershirt is a wet blank check I continuously write to the late July air. I'm rich! Soaking rich!


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