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Tuesday, January 06, 2004


I was up all night listening to Concrete Mary when a light blued the east, announcing the season of breakfast. A white slice goes in, a black slice comes out, and the smoke rises to burn the eyes, for the daily bread of man must be black, as black is the soul of man without first partaking. Brown is one sock, for we have done no laundry.


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