a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
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Thursday, 28 November 2013
GENTLE WAVES
the notes written in exploding scribble in moments of insight desperation and bluetime might later appear like a weak brain farting but they are the gentle waves breaking into the choppy surf birthing maelstrom art and revolution and they keep me floating functioning and breathing in the small house behind the redberry hedge
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