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nova express

found poetry culled from the third paragraphs of random blogs:

i got this poem in an email and i think peoples should read it so hear it is:

Once I found a car boot sale selling everything from bell-jars to florescent, fish-tail skateboards.
Grrr. It better be ok.
and strange bugs are invading my room.
maybe tomorrow i'll throw down on a ten stair.
Grrr. It better be ok.
ok sorry. just had to get that out.
ten stair bugs are invading a car
ignore the smoke and smile.
the flash was bloody bright- lightening bright!
Grrr. It better be ok.

(apologies to william s burroughs, who's probably shooting up in his grave right now)

posted by scott 11:55 AM