Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

your jar of water
on the table
you, petting your actor bee,
the streets: spurious sand

one's own voice,

wasteful,

encouraging -

your 20 aimed words hit the target!

fine job using these words, hitting the panzer brigade in the gut of hunger, starvation in complete destiny withers the choice to ONE.

Thx, Cecil, got restless wind here on the plateau tonight, woke me up and there was nothing for it then but to make coffee and start a fire