on. The winner would go home with the most
beautiful nihilist.
—Linda Norton
I love this city, I should go out
and find something in it.
Looks
rainy. Thus I became a pain
(Norton again).
The black crow is
nothing but a white swan on a flying trapeze.
—Frank Kuentsler
I picked up a few books to try to read, see if I can find
interest.
The poetry here...blows?
