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Monday, 25 October 2010

fool's gold

I kissed once, and transmuted into a frog.

-- not all stoned states are born equal, nor all echoes in the void.

as I cradle in the crook of god's finger, at the crack of the rock of dawn

I'm a ventriloquist really; be my dummy juju doll.

100% uncut, plugged in blow this morning --  blues scales the flute