Unrelated Thoughts

Poems that are not in The End of the Word as We Know It, by Wes Unruh

twilight

I am exhausted. But a solid, self-driven kind of exhaustion. This month will be a period of video creation and audio production, web site generation, and database implementation for a number of projects. Public individual is initiated, and that is my full focus this coming week

For now I am haunted by the voices channeled out of the air by the computer speaker wires, strange radionic ghost messages coasting through on a fog of static

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