A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

22 March 2009

twine-ball, basketball

how i met your mother
is women we haven't met yet
thinking on them (is)
how geese lay upon eggs golden

above imaginary things, in this case
is nothing more fictional, but a mind:
mine. growing which isn't growing but
unraveling like twine becoming

unraveled twine,
instead of a ball. this happens.

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