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Reclusive and exclusive Aurobindo, was waiting at a tower window. Looking down, into Calvino’s town, his facial fur touched the ground—no it waited. Mean on beard bikes roll, while into a trap she strolls, her capture sealed and fated. Isn’t it grand in hipster land? Where curled mustachios and checkered halls are stained the color of bland sand, while birds in the corner scatter to mourn her, or just freaked by cloud hats’ clatter. Watch out women, in the shadows he lurks, a jerk with looks he took from a book and a cough that’s clatter from the catarrh.
ReplyDelete"No it waited"--I read this with an amusing set of brackets: [for a trim].
DeleteI like the way birds fly close to the cobblestone. I like the color scheme of this image. This image might be of a painting. Regarding the beards, I have feelings: they have a hint—the hint itself a not quite locatable tint—of politics I dislike. In Tender Buttons Stein often asks questions not normally deemed necessary and provides unconventional answers. Here I’ll go with her model at the same time as I’ll depart: what are politics politics are for us to say I don’t like that. I like the patterned regularity of the cobblestone. Triangles instead of circles.
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