A COLUMN ABOUT NOTHING : ...WAITING FOR THE WHIP OF MY PEN>>>

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

...WAITING FOR THE WHIP OF MY PEN>>>

Each word lies on one line, waiting for the whip of the pen for the smudge of ink to smear across the lip of thought each thought hovers above the blank line waiting, always waiting my self, immortal lies on this line stretched out long and lean my eyes fixate on the line, the line, the line, the... Sign in to see full entry.

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