3.18.2009

#4


I want language which is surprised,
by repetition, and repetition, until
angrily I feast upon up heaved
continued repetition, and faceless,
faceless, faceless...
You will being in Ernest,
fail in spite.
Awaken and do not become
the smooth paper of delicate, empty words.
-Jonathon Todd

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