The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

March 2, 2006

Lurs what else can I say

They're not really lurs.
I'm feeling incredibly sick or I'd write something clever.
I'll be sick tomorrow at the jet d'eau where it's true bird flu.
Give me bird flu and/or give me death. Lacan said it was some
sort of wage but no one gets out alive.
O Lurs!

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