tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214705946389961156.post6602062936306130250..comments2023-06-18T03:36:25.518-07:00Comments on BACK AGAIN AND GONE: GAZING AND GLAZEDUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214705946389961156.post-91192775747824253162010-02-06T07:25:19.052-08:002010-02-06T07:25:19.052-08:00No longer taking aps. You're hired.No longer taking aps. You're hired.walter conleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024514571195778214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214705946389961156.post-51837736526332383352010-02-05T15:58:50.140-08:002010-02-05T15:58:50.140-08:00I’ve sent you my application. I’m tough, mean wit...I’ve sent you my application. I’m tough, mean with a longneck, can keep you just inches away… Oh who am I kidding? Anyway, your Miss Vengen poem is “love- and lilt-y,” the “clangy socks” and “hair that lies like melted rocks” is particularly lovely… More of that futility of life I like. You can see it but you can’t touch it and if you <em>could</em> touch it it’d fuck you up. Rock and a hard place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com