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almost 12.30

Member since 2005 · Posted 16 Jan 2007 · 3 comments

and Walter is reading words off billboards: GIVE. BE. SLIP. FIT. Sure, he wants to but in a minute the bus arrives from Old Sincere and his mother is on it with a suitcase full of facts, dadâs remorse, jacket prayers and a glass for denture bits.

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[8] ecargo 17-Jan-07/12:26 PM Reply

Hi DP. This is like an amuse bouche--tasty but leaves one wanting more. Full of suggestive (in a nonprurient sense) little oddities that seem to imply more, more--the last line lost me though. And I'm not sure what the tie-in with Genesis is (assuming that's why you referenced it in your amusing exchange with our resident longbeard/provocateur)--but I can be dense about such things.

[9] Stephen Robins 19-Jan-07/8:44 AM Reply

Powerful use of overture, with a fission of piquant denotation. It starts as a veritable romp around avenue failure before firting with the bridge of disaster only to be swept along by a torrent of unutterable excellence.

[n/a] Dental Panic › Stephen Robins 19-Jan-07/6:02 PM Reply

I was thinking about a reply to ecargo, but you took the words right out of my mouth.