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this is what it feels like
when the muse drops you
like a hot potato
and you become
a plastic chicken
heading beak first
into an orange throw rug
Oh lord
I hope that
never
happens to me
then again
it wouldn't be
without
creative potential
Photo note: the window of a pediatric clinic, there were a few goldfish too.
Posted by Dakota at June 1, 2005 07:03 AM