Saturday, October 17, 2009


no no no noble laborers like those bums! she shouted it from roottops as tiny as tooothpick wands! she held it ticking fo r the passing word of love's drum... Or she wont take to the idea of Hegel the bum ringing its neck ...

over here she's whisper tothe love hulk...

of the gut her future is a dawn

of what it is to become what one is


a creator is a body