Friday 20 February 2009
Dust is a word
I became aware that you were a nasty piece of work when I came round to your single bed flat. The room needed dusting. I noticed that your dust didn’t coat things evenly like other peoples dust, it fell and formed letters, and the letters formed words, and the words formed sentences that I couldn’t possibly repeat.
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