Friday, May 19, 2006

Dear Diarama

She has a lot of nerve. Feed me your soggy seed cake will you? I'll feed you a dime a dozen. Jam it on the one.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Dear Diarama

You'll never believe it. You'll never in your beehive in your municipal garden a shame in your permafrosted plasma ticket ever believe what he/she said to me. My curly sort eardrum.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Dear Diarama

Via the rolled cotton, he came out Wata Enyanin. My saliva, a chronological string fatal with transparency. The teeth evicted from their impact.