a poem for today, 20 March 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of 7 sentences and its image]
Pinging is tightly regulated and restricted to police, security services and a small selection of other bodies.
Was that rhetorical, because it sounded euphemistically filthy.
Use your downward gaze as an opportunity to see the beautiful detritus that our polluted city offers.
I normally don’t post things that aren’t actual porn pictures, but I feel like this is important.
I decided that learning to live with it and not scare everyone was a type of ethics.
To be cured we must rise from our graves and throw off the cerements of the dead.
Anything you can do, I can do meta.
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