Nobody's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Thursday, March 10, 2011

listening to Lungfish all the way into Los Angeles
I saw this thing through and through--
the things I no longer need and those I do

life became simple then, skinless--
I saw my skin shed here atop the skinpile

pulse the stark viscera