3 September 2008

Yes! That’s the Key

I have turned my keys in to a flower, on my desk, by moving the end of each key as far away from the adjacent key as possible. Still smells like worn metal and pocket shadows. Flowers must hate the plants they are stuck to. Their clamouring to leave and plaintively denying being compared to those hideous roots is so conspicuous.


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