Description of a cold day

By Brian Roberts | Published August 3, 2006

A greasy gray-green
sort of gangrene
mist

is now lying dead

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  1. Posted August 3, 2006 at 10:07 pm by surrealmuse | Permalink

    I remember this one…and the visual element add a lot to the piece for those that might miss the deep meeting at first glance.

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  2. Posted August 3, 2006 at 10:19 pm by brian | Permalink

    Deep meaning? What are you talking about? Just some silly birds.. ;-)

    Yeah, there’s meaning here… But that’s for me to know, and for others to interpret for themselves. :-D

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