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Tue 16 May, 2006 04:26 pm
I've got racks
of illusion stereo
I've got shelves
of grainy sentences
I can look
at smudges on the monitor
and when I've eaten enough rice
these things open doors
to dimly lit rooms
of grubby beauty
where I sit and chat all night with friends
and we mean stuff when we toast
to our shitty, speckled ends