what bokononists say when they commit suicide
Short Description:
poem created from titles of chapters
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The day the world ended, nice,
nice, very nice, merry christmasfolly,
dyot meet mat
a tentative tangling of tendrils,
a fish pitched up by an angry sea,
just like saint augustine
letter from a pre-med,
tiranny with a difference
only sleeping
as it happened
Posted November 25th, 2008 by darija