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Monday, July 23, 2007 

Following a discussion in line at a coffee shop

Wow. We were both wrong:

gape:
1. to fasten softly
2. to flip vertically
3. to fidget unconditionally
4. to forget unceremoniously
5. to affix to fissures
6. to choke on hubris
7. a greenish hued ape
8. a greenish hued apple
9. an ape that produces such apples from its mouth

"I took the idiot-manchild into my palm and stared into its mult-faceted dimensiona."

I heard that just a minute ago said by three small girls in unison at the Chicago State Fair, 1963, in a booth where you could get goldfish, next to an abandoned hot dog stand. Who knew?!

Larry the Horse is not my mother. My mother has tires and legs. Like yours, she travels east but it is understandable that you would think she travels south (when unconsciously on the phone). A nest of apples is my face and it is me and my mother. Legs are NOT lines. To understand my mother, one must first compare my representation. We need haircuts but the barber is absent. White space makes a head. My father is a random mark in void.

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