i have a poem stuck in my throat, but my oeuvre keeps getting in the way of my libido. i treat it with half-plagiarisms and allusions aborted (and otherwise) because some euphemisms are better than others;
i am not eating you mother's baklava.
(the pseudonymery has ended, Jache.)
Monday, November 24, 2008
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