Wednesday, August 30, 2006

fROM mY wINDOW*

I saw a flying squirrel flying. From my bedroom window I saw flying squirrel flying. From my bedroom, bedroom window I saw a flying squirrel flying, flying. I saw a flying window flying. From my squirrel I saw a flying window flying. From my squirrel, squirrel I saw madness

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"Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz