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Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Bench With a View

It's the same here as these rivets
all the way up this wall...
Sixteen per rectangle, some
forty feet high and climbing
out in the open, and above.
Let's see how dangerous
human nature can make this wall.

It's the same height that the
deer went over after wandering too
far into the city, chased even by
unarmed fools into falling, leapt up
and over what looked like so little,
but dropping the distance to the
alley below.

Human nature...

I want their names and addresses, too.
I have plenty of time to catch up to them.

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