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we be poetizin' breath
syncopatin' what's left
after final sighs
and first thoughts.

i mean, we keeps it hot.

the sad thing is that i thought i was speaking clearly.

i'll try again.

this is vernacunappy ink. there is verse here.

pretentiousness aside (if possible), i write stuff and put it here. if you like it, come back. there will be more. and let me know.

if you don't like it, you don't have to tell me. i would probably find it difficult to understand the elegantly phrased expressions of your distaste for my self-referential, bombastic, paradoxically opinionated tripe. why waste anybody's time?

if you're completely indifferent, seek medical attention. (the pretense returns!)

please, enjoy.

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Spring 2001

as this page is, in essence, an act of desperation serving as a bridge to the presentation of a much more developed site (dang - a bit verbose, eh?), i am not even putting a TOC here. go rummage; it's more fun that way. {and you can always bookmark. ;-)}

(sho' did take a while to write that spiel, though. mighta coulda wrote a table of contents, i'd reckon.)

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