Friday, August 08, 2008

for archiving and propaganda purposes

  • 12:30 The green grocer died. I'm trying to remember his face, but the sun is blinding me. #
  • 12:42 She's eating an apple, writing a poem on a wrinkled paper bag, supported by a book on russian peasant needle work. #
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