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ALL MY LOVE AND LUCK ON THE RIVER EUPHRATES

Backwards, my hat was being worn backwards, a tall dude, with cowboy boots and weathered hands; wearing my hat backwards, waiting in line at the post office, carrying his mothers ashes in a purple urn, the drawl of his breath smelled of the now perpetual past that only his social adieu could justify. I felt his long hair under my hat. How in the world had he found my hat. I anticipated the the viscosity of the plot soon to unfold before me, he pensively walked up to my window. I didn't have to wait long to break the ice about this hat that somehow, he had acquired. The last time I had seen this hat, the girl, Flower, had taken it, with my heart no less. The urn that the tall dude held, was being sent to detroit, which made the ice breaking easy.It was a Detroit Pistons hat. I wanted it back, my mom bought me that! So I asked him - he was Flower's fiance- he gave me back my hat. He told me that he was going to marry flower in the spring they were gonna have a ceremony at the center of a labyrinth on the coast, he invited me, I probably wouldn't be able to make it, no matter how wonderful it sounded, could be, rain or shine, i was a postal worker, and he made me feel civilized. Hella casual. I told him thank you, and he left.

LITTLE BUNDLE

little bundle from peter lyon on Vimeo.

amateur frumious bandersnatch

where the locals go

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things that i can imagine on the table right now:
junk mail.
a spoon.
the orange juice.
shadows.
turquoise lead based paint.

Although a new pony might exist there as well, it is so close that you can't see it.

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crummy boon.

duh. fussy ran bot.

pony lump. 

light strike.

frilly prostate.

pump grill krill.

chirpy stuff.

claimer scarf.

crumpled bracelet storm.

early morn tint.