Posted by Ginjoint on October 11, 2002, at 19:51:01
In reply to Suicide Off Egg Rock, posted by kid a on October 11, 2002, at 19:33:23
> His body beached with the sea's garbage,
> Everything shrank in the sun's corrosive
> Ray but Egg Rock on the blue wastage.
> He heard when he walked into the water
> The forgetful surf creaming on those ledges.
Ah, Sylvia. Our patron saint. Sweet. I wish I could write like that, you know?...I wonder what she would think of the smorgasbord of psychotropic medications available now. Just a passing thought.Ginjoint
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