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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

00h39 


            I am PIANO
                                                Man

            MERDE

first line of first play of first taste of first onstage presence

                        MERDE

            is the word man the word
which turned it all upside down and back forward up
            tilting west and revolution      -
                                                            ALIZING
east
            and all directions sprinting a      -      gogo.

      MERDE

made it without passport passed the county-line
            into the wet county
and via the liquor store
            bought its life-line of dreams
in a bottle

      DRY ME SILLY TILL I BELT YOU BLIND

(in the bible belt)

preaching the good preach
                                    alone
            with the WORD

            (merde)

                                                                              (      .      )
Posted by: François Pointeau / 22:47
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