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[billy]

Interchum, your pictures could not evolve and
bone collection is humdrum. (Lots of people grow up on farms.)
Sure I'm bound to like what they scratched up in Andahuaylillas, but
let's be serious anthropologist bafflers for the purpose of motile product placement.

I'm not even sure today that for example
[ind]-The comedian convicted of sexually assaulting his young daughter
[ind][ind]appeared outside the Auckland District Court. (And I have photographs of that.)
[ind]-Gu Kailai will receive a fair trial for the murder of Briton Neil Heywood.
[ind]-The Batman mythology has been hurt by the Aurora massacre.

That's not the problem of your art, I very well suppose with my
stereotypical 1890s capitalist and Un Incroyable wearing such a hat as early as 1796.
But what is? Something about the dark and being
imaginative with a certain festering low talent for artisanship, sure, but
I meanwhile can only play this game which involves
answering questions or solving puzzles usually for money and/or prizes however
really for nothing and it's a lousy game perhaps.

God, never mind.

Once again you're looking at me as though this is a baffling type of circular intersection or junction in which road traffic is slowed and flows almost continuously in one direction around a central island out to several exits and onto various intersecting roads, and I can't/won't be bothered I just No.

i've read and re read and read it again. and i know i know what it means but i don't, there's something in there that wants me know it's intent but i'm struggling to find it. it's feels like a very clever piece that only the poet can see. it really could be me at fault and if so i apologise. i get a sense of media overloading us with so much shite that we can't tell truth from fiction that we've grown immune to the things that we once saw as important ; and even that i'm not sure of.

i wish i could have been of more help parakleseos (aka; pk)

thanks for the read.