I have a confession. I am addicted to books. I can't get enough. Mainly old books. Not really a fan of new ones. I like the 1$ dust box variety. Or the left over from the yard sale/church sale/moving/going out of business variety. If they're not worth reading, I'll tear the pages out by paragraph at random to grab a hidden message. I love words. Down to my last dime, I'll scoot on over to mags'n'fags and spend it on a poetry short story review.
I read in the bath, on the bus, walking down the street, on a bench. I like watching how the words are strung together and I have no patience for too many words in a jumble with no phonetic ring. I prefer banana phone to redundance. but then I can just cut up the words and put them in a collage.
I read in the bath, on the bus, walking down the street, on a bench. I like watching how the words are strung together and I have no patience for too many words in a jumble with no phonetic ring. I prefer banana phone to redundance. but then I can just cut up the words and put them in a collage. 
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