(seemingly unrelated)
“While the last bird may
be gone, yours just
can’t get the
stink out of the
chicken house.”
[from what is legible
on this page, the words
above are most likely
attributed to a
on this page, the words
above are most likely
attributed to a
Michael T. Moore]
~~~
Maybe he should
Question --->
---> boing afraid to say
[a box with an arrow pointed at two circles
to the right, numbered 1 and 2; the one
numbered “2” has another arrow pointed
to its right]
What a relief give me a minute...
the meeters are who
could...
to come together in
peace, unity and excite
enough productivity....
[Note: within this fragment there
are a total of five short arrows which
point toward the right edge of the page]
~~~
Where I am to arrive
is pointed only north,
is always as pointless
as sleep. The haggard
troll, its back to us, is
What a relief give me a minute...
the meeters are who
could...
to come together in
peace, unity and excite
enough productivity....
[Note: within this fragment there
are a total of five short arrows which
point toward the right edge of the page]
~~~
Where I am to arrive
is pointed only north,
is always as pointless
as sleep. The haggard
troll, its back to us, is
below the floating curtains,
so it breathes like the
so it breathes like the
curtains, deeply into the
plate of a moon that shines
directly in through the window
and away from his silhouette;
it is a cowardly moon
that wonders why the
troll is on the other side
of the window; why it must
always dream from the inside.
When the troll awakens,
it is has been burnt almost
to a carcass and is alert enough
to know why. It was the moon.
plate of a moon that shines
directly in through the window
and away from his silhouette;
it is a cowardly moon
that wonders why the
troll is on the other side
of the window; why it must
always dream from the inside.
When the troll awakens,
it is has been burnt almost
to a carcass and is alert enough
to know why. It was the moon.
