Monday, October 15, 2012

the hands have it...

nothing so quantifiable as a handed gentry, what with their truculent waddles, spackling the smooth ends in, tidy, like a whispy after-genie smoke trail, mouths cupped and eyes lean, all's proto and vanguard, before-the-after-types, pack animal mewling, finger lingering, and clopping off to heap

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