| Doctors have come from distant cities just to see me stand over my bed disbelieving what they're seeing. They say I must be one of the wonders of god's own creation and as far as they can see they can offer no explanation... ~Natalie Merchant, "Wonder" |
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| Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion an break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death |
| May 25, 2003 |
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| If I had no words of my own, this is what I'd say. |
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| May 27, 2003 |
| The cat on my bosom sleeping and purring ---fur-petalled chrysanthemum, squirrel-kitter--- is a metaphor only if I force him to be one, ExerThe Cat as Cat by Denise Levertov |
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| June 18, 2003 |
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