There once was a particle of dust.
It floated from left to right, up and down, and quite typically; round and round.
It did not crisscross, or zigzaggy-do, but it sure did like that stew.
Next to a carrot it fell, just boiling and swell.
A family of green beans floated by and yelled to him:
“Hey Jack! Guess there’s [...]
Archives: December2009
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the love tribulations of sir Jack Dust.
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find the grace to be nothing.
She pulled the clip out of her hair, took off her socks, and put on face cream.
She brushed her teeth, had a glass of water, and took her nightly dose of pills.
She laid down in her bed, folded the covers, and closed her eyes.
She didn’t dream, she didn’t think, she didn’t desire.
She woke, drank coffee, and [...]
