A Title From An Essay I Wrote Once Upon A Time
MY THROAT
IS SORE & MY RIGHT KNEE & THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH TIME IN THE WET TIME TO
READ ALL THAT I SHOULD READ SO I TEND THE SMALL PLOT THAT REMAINS IN MY HOLDING
HANDS
fragments, aphorisms, poems, ephemera, sentences, quotations, translations, erasures, language play et al by Jon Cone
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