I (sometimes) call myself Mr. Pondersome. I'm a rather wordy, weirdy person. I say hullo a lot. I write a lot more. While you're here, why not give some of it a read?
Monday, 31 March 2014
SHE COMPOSED HER OWN EPITAPH (a.k.a. A Rather Bleak Cut-and-Stick Poem I Made to Stem off Boredom)
She composed her own epitaph to 'Black Los Angeles' before the judge, that child, used her rage to seize the endless hours. Slickness, he says, is art. Compose and you kill it.
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