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Wednesday, August 4th 2004
living in the past
hoping for an illusion
not coping with the present
Dillo Fenderson
Tuesday, August 3rd 2004
sleep
eat
play
Dillo Fenderson
never noticed
that the air
is pure poison
Dillo Fenderson
Monday, August 2nd 2004
hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon
Dillo Fenderson
My power animal beckons,
but I prefer safety
and fail to answer.
Dillo Fenderson
Sunday, August 1st 2004
No man is an island.
But then again,
no man is a potato chip either.
Dillo Fenderson
Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.
Dillo Fenderson
Saturday, July 31st 2004
From afar,
it looks like any other town.
Beware, he who enters.
Dillo Fenderson
uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.
Dillo Fenderson
empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving
Dillo Fenderson
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