November 6, 2009:
erickd:juliasegal:gpower:Unfortunately the same thing applies to work on most days.
November 5, 2009:
motion sickness
we’re all making shapes
out of cartoons and capes
breathing like apes
we’re all making shapes
in shadows and windows
on walls and old tempos
with fingers and ten toes
in shadows and windows
skimming the headlines
shootings and fault lines
recession and bread lines
news of the End times
we’re all hearing music
afraid we might lose it
afraid to refuse it
we’re all hearing music
frozen lakes that could drown you
beasts that still hound you
falling leaves all around you
the room where they found you
scribbling words calling it art
sewing it up to keep it from falling apart
running from the finish back to the start
resuscitating something harder than a heart
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November 5, 2009:
my boss, Nick, the mad scientist
November 5, 2009:
two for joy
November 5, 2009:
We hung our clothes out to dry
As the smoke swam into the heavensCoughing up clouds along the way
November 5, 2009:
mohawk in progress
November 5, 2009:
Permalink: “ Sigmund Freud was a novelist with a scientific background. He just didn’t know he was a novelist. All those damn psychiatrists after him, they didn’t know he was a novelist either.
John Irving
