there was a picture of a chicken on this paper….
Saturday, January 1st, 2005words I thought of on the bus ride home,
(floating) folding like handgrenades….glorious riddles from the mind of a crippled acrobat….tell Suzy I’m dying from malaria….people think it’s voodoo….Harold’s maniacal eye….a generation of charade’s….it’s called something else in atlanta….disease has taken over my body and I will soon be devoured by wolves….
There was more, I swear, but it was probably pointless…..
Yours,
Judy
P.S. – one time angels, fallen from grace….until it’s over, pretend we’re dead.
