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Sciss Or

being the cut-up i was back when i lost my nut and she bolted away i found myself half of scissors say singular scissor not much more than an ice pick is, more to the point yet what can be done when two useful parts fall apart, depart to become as it were (is?) ...a sciss chipping away at the cold icy truth that one must use to survive snowing the rest around as i dig into another bit of frozen flow to tool or not... whether it's designed to be of use to other even others, or just turn the puzzle, hardware in hand discerning or dis-earning casting aside snippets confettied triangles some papered cuts life's try angles © Goode Guy 2011-07-29

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