a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

July 19, 2004

Camping Notes III

Aftermath. Beat the body, cleanse the mind. Now I breathe smoke. Now I eat spiders. Now my pain is gain.

Today, I am carved out of wood.

Balsa wood. Carved by a 93 year old man with rheumatoid arthritis and cataracts. But --

I'm carved, baby.

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