As/Is

1.15.2010

The Wound

I keep stabbing
and there's no blood
in the fridge.

posted by keed on Friday, January 15, 2010

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1.05.2010

napoleon poem - Tolstoy, p 898

Napoleon went to seek repose before the grave.

Napoleon looked at him.

Napoleon frowned, and sat for a long time in silence,

his head in his hand.

Napoleon asked severely.

Napoleon shook his head.

Napoleon was not sleepy, and morning was still far off.

Napoleon ordered another glass.

posted by Henry Brock on Tuesday, January 05, 2010

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Simple yet effective, liked this very much.

# posted by  Nobius on 7:15 PM

 

like it.

# posted by  keed on 5:19 AM

 

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