back to contents Meg Hamill bluehamill@yahoo.com this heart i'm scrubbing into the anus of thanksgiving climbing down into the muscleless tendency check this bread out i purposefully bought it to make stuffing with i love this sink i love this white tiled family this white tiled technically it's stuffed into the bird technically in the darkness of bird is where the bird eliminates its intrinsic endowment do you have a bunt pan do you have a korean squash in the bird it becomes evident each thanksgiving we stuff ourselves together in white tiled carcasses in the kitchens of people who have always who have never been family don't leave your hairy comb in my cooking area don't to my amazement move to san francisco into the hairy anus of bird into the hairy partition of my father's wife come give me your opinion about this onion i'll be outside in the sun of phoenix in the prickly pear when you hit camelback come back i just have this heart i'm scrubbing and scrubbing out back in the back of my fridge you'll find four pounds of butter you'll find the squash water you'll find the 22 thanksgivings and somewhere the 25 christmases in the back of the bird slaughtering you'll find the heart i was scrubbing in the back of my father's wife you'll find a good family and a husbandless cottage and (technically the scandinavian is the biggest detriment to the peace)i have fierceness for a father i have a bad color perm curled up i have this intrinsic endowment eliminating the wackos out there technically thanksgiving is a turkey carcass and four pounds of costco butter i love this inherent nature of a family who used to say prayers back to contents