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one goat's cup worth: last ten birthdays
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Monday, October 31, 2011. Worst Frantic energy with friends asking “what would you like to do? Get sufficiently drunk and turn to tequila, terrible. I look down. They push, where is yours? November 1, 2011 at 2:55 PM. Http:/ www.freeimagehosting.net/27ffa. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Biodynamic prep 501, horn silica. Bits of the stuff. View my complete profile.
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one goat's cup worth: what the white goat said to me this morning
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Friday, March 25, 2011. What the white goat said to me this morning. I will whine and smile. Watch me to see how. Please don't take me lightly. I'm composed of solemn solidity. Smell fantastic in the march sun. Let's settle this morning. In the hoofing of hay. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Biodynamic prep 501, horn silica. Bits of the stuff. View my complete profile.
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one goat's cup worth: prose fragment 19
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Monday, February 27, 2012. This is where I've been ya'll. And this is where I will. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Biodynamic prep 501, horn silica. Bits of the stuff. Camphill village kimberton hills, pennsylvania. View my complete profile. A Monad with a view. Pretty, silly things. Always wear shoes" and other disregarded advice on India. The Language of Peace.
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one goat's cup worth: September 2010
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Sunday, September 26, 2010. Virginia comes over the country. I'm half way up Green Mountain when I see her leaning off her hip,. Drinking from an old mug some water she collected of the rock. Virginia, what a surprise, what is she doing here? Virginia, I say, What a surprise. What are you doing here? She doesn't answer because she's got her head facing West and. I call out "Oh".
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one goat's cup worth: finished folks
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Sunday, April 3, 2011. Hush I in my glottis go! Quiet you now fox too! If weight be the matter. And file away your. So it's straight, serious. With only little a swim. No folks aren't so. Big as they may seem. Not yet as fragrant as the red soil. Or the sunned sides of little yellow. Not as noisy as bluebirds. Never yet as graceful. So now hush i. Let fox you now too.
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one goat's cup worth: October 2010
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Saturday, October 16, 2010. Lassa, the prodigal ram. I've been eaten by sows, one boar. I've scratched their thighs too often. I've knocked the trees and loosened the bark. I've turned on you, haven't I. I've laid down in circles of straw. I've constructed the circles myself. I've arced them with my hooves. I've tasted bread, which differs from grass. You've sold the sows, one boar.
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one goat's cup worth: February 2012
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Monday, February 27, 2012. This is where I've been ya'll. And this is where I will. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Biodynamic prep 501, horn silica. Bits of the stuff. Camphill village kimberton hills, pennsylvania. View my complete profile. A Monad with a view. Pretty, silly things. Always wear shoes" and other disregarded advice on India. The Language of Peace.
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one goat's cup worth: October 2011
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Monday, October 31, 2011. Worst Frantic energy with friends asking “what would you like to do? Get sufficiently drunk and turn to tequila, terrible. I look down. They push, where is yours? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Biodynamic prep 501, horn silica. Bits of the stuff. Camphill village kimberton hills, pennsylvania. View my complete profile. A Monad with a view.
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one goat's cup worth: April 2011
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Sunday, April 3, 2011. Hush I in my glottis go! Quiet you now fox too! If weight be the matter. And file away your. So it's straight, serious. With only little a swim. No folks aren't so. Big as they may seem. Not yet as fragrant as the red soil. Or the sunned sides of little yellow. Not as noisy as bluebirds. Never yet as graceful. So now hush i. Let fox you now too.
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one goat's cup worth: November 2010
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One goat's cup worth. Notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries). Sunday, November 28, 2010. If I were Joan Didion,. Of substance and story. I would smooth over my eyes. Type obstinately at prose. Tidily fit five feet tall. Bravely, I would create. The heat and draft of sorrow. In nouns, verbs, commas,. I would disappear beneath. The skin of strangers. Tape lives like collagework. In straight and long lines. Sure I'd swing my arm up,. Biodynamic...
