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come on across to the Internet
.......The heat from my just opened email from Milton. the green chilis from the can................. incessantly raising her hand......................Its critical phrases. an uncompleted task.............About the recent performance of my job. continually unwrapping them.........Attacking the self confidence of my laptop merged brain. burning, burning, burning............I fled to the clear mountain air outside our cabin blood stains....................where Winsock sat brown grass on the hills...with her mind on the whereabouts of chipmuncks. merged with the screen for days................. a red front door................ sleep............................... background noise............ low flying planes............. the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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