Friday, 20 February 2009

Junk Mail. Abstract poetry.

This is a beautiful, moving and the most truthful bit of literature that I have ever read. Sent to me in the form of junk mail.

'Separate, loiseau, who was unsteady on his feet nannie is
the permanency and copes in emergencies. Dr. Wade! Faltered
the old man, with a perceptible why not let me help you?'
he sat up and looked have been difficult to detach its figure

It has so many layers.

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