Wednesday, July 11, 2001

I've wanted to do this logging bit for a while. And so here I am, doing it - although this is just the inane beginning, so that I can post this and see what it looks like. But here is the deal. I'm a freelance writer - a breed of Yahoo known for spitefulness, poverty, and the fits of self-pity unheard of outside the fat ringed minds of D.C. politicians. And so that is what I intend to display, here. My spots.

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Poem by Karen Chamisso

  On the West Irish coast Ocean, cold, farmers’ suicides Enter as spirits the grudging blood In its system ticking forward To no purpose or ...