January 4th, 2011

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I have had to steal time from the comfortable shoes laid gently to rest against the crazy mix in the sage brush streets of my mind, i am a hermit crab in thoughts as i watch my old friend King Canute try to change the tide from washing up on the pebble beach in some sort of order, a struggle yet so woozy spilt through out  the order of the day. 
I wonder too if he has had time to sit agog and view the Detroit pictures of sadness recently posted on my friends page by some unknown delight,how shocking and all those books....now there is some gosh to behold.