Friday, June 17, 2005

Nothing is sacred. Everything brings grist to the mill

Mark: consider this post a rose tossed at your feet,
its petals made, naturally, of red leather....

Eileen Tabios

He
dived to
catch it in

his
teeth. &
missed. Pain. But

pleasure.
Even thin
leather prevents the

loss
of all
teeth. & rose-

red
means the
blood is hidden.
 

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