I tried to write
a novel
once.
It was about a town
called Foxtrot,
Kentucky
in the hot Georgia summer
and three people
that lived there.
There was a symbolic
dogwood tree (it stood
for innocence)
and it rotted away
when the femme fatale
was *****
Her lover ***** her; he was
apparently a violent man.
Her other lover mourned
but was not sad anymore
once he had shot
the ******
Then in recompense
the lady opened herself to him.
"1+0=3" she said.
And that was when he realized
that the universe is
*** a battle
of creative impulses.
Someday I'll go back
and try to write about Foxtrot,
Kentucky again.
This time, the man will be *****
and we will see what
the universe is like for him
then.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
I tried to write
a novel
once.
It was about a town
called Foxtrot,
Kentucky
in the hot Georgia summer
and three people
that lived there.
There was a symbolic
dogwood tree (it stood
for innocence)
and it rotted away
when the femme fatale
was *****
Her lover ***** her; he was
apparently a violent man.
Her other lover mourned
but was not sad anymore
once he had shot
the ******
Then in recompense
the lady opened herself to him.
"1+0=3" she said.
And that was when he realized
that the universe is
*** a battle
of creative impulses.
Someday I'll go back
and try to write about Foxtrot,
Kentucky again.
This time, the man will be *****
and we will see what
the universe is like for him
then.
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