by Josie
‘cause
I want to do two things : first
try to show that life finalizes itself
on the threshing floor, engorged with a life-
time of self-thinking thoughts and self-sinking
assertions.
Second, to assert the theory
that there is nothing more worthwhile
than direct eye contact with a two-month-old
long-haired Rottweiler.
the Hydrogen Jukebox 