desk-padded
monday wasted parallelogram, little scribbles on paper; he draws through lunch, a dark dot public holiday; tuesday all day deconstruction, lines have no meaning; he draws a perfect circle, and little men with sticks; wednesday numbers and names, cat-eyes wild with shadow; writing more and telling less, information service overload; thursday taken by tornado, whirlpool bored shades of black; ball-point draws pencil thin, soft lines while the telephone rings, friday asymmetrically handled, kaleidoscope garden shears; cross-hatching is a pleasure, only some of us know;
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