Thursday, November 15, 2012
11.15.12
Fun in a funnel fun drum fun in the sun. Seventeen years and fourty seven blunt ones and fun chums. We've met them here thirteen times before on the seventh of the seventh month. This hour the twelve of eights. Fourty seven moments in the barrel of the drum, fourty six, fourty five, fourty four. We, the sons of a sun bum of someone else's someone son. We hum the anchor loose over star board stump. His hers crossing lump in fourty three thumps, fourty two, fourty one. Thump on the drum and thump on the thump when the winning son's won. Hump and thump and wriggle and slump. Down dead porch step bump step slump. Down dead humming a hum as runts hum.
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