Thursday, January 28, 2010

Delocations of the Dislocated


Possibly the most demented, devious and dark thoughts brood from the sunniest of days... like a head-gash off'a thick and dry tree bark with all its echoing glories of splinters and winters gone by. And the misery thus seeks company and finds a corner bar by the wayside. Or the Ark. Point Pleasant Beach is pretty but ain't that endearing.

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