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Feb 2015
You call me a sinner but I am sure I am a saintβ€”
My body is a temple and I will let you worship it.

Fibonacci was wrong:
the only fingerprint that God left
is on the corner of my thigh.
β€”and it has nothing to do with numbers.

I leave for Seattle today.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   Jack Chicago Dykstra, G and ---
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