littlegirl
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I know, I know.
Gimme a break already, sheesh...
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Although I got little to say here, I am happy the bug hit me last night and I got some work done, this picture here. It feels good to work, esp. when you got that bad feeling the work's left you and won't return.
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It is silly, but I was watching Nova last night, about amber, and millions of years old insects caught in pieces of it, and it just left me with the most wonderful feeling. Things are more wondrous than we can even comprehend. And yet we seek out the myriad escapes from what is all around us.
Not capable of holding in all that wonder, we turn our faces away.
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I'm no exception.
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I am in love with it. Every microscopic bit.
I think about Dottie Bones looking at death in her microscope.
How pretty it is!
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 6:37 AM
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i thought about this all day.
i really did.
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You know on that same stance i was thinking of that dr don show the other day KFrC and that wolfman jack -- what ever happened to the guy, his voice and burly chin -- if he's still out there somewhere...basking in the glow.
Jim.. those smiles, I think, well, they say anyway.. it's gas... ;)
dear tearful person... why
does that little girl have a third leg? I must be in need of a good class two anti inflamitory I spose. sometimes i wear jean skirts but try to keep it down with the wind n all.
you don't know me really and I think I must uv stumbled upon my kickstand and found this dark side of the moon though I did call a stranger once on a whim because well, it seemed by all alein rights they were very down and being unjustly picked upon.
subsiquently i've had to d/c my land phone cable and obtain a PO box --- my SO suggested we sell the house and referred to a line in the Hootie & TBF about not being able to believe she was the same girl... the cell phone's next
Then everyone will finally be happy. with the pain and suffering paid
or moved or back to bedlam.. but as I said in the car, I've always been alone.
and rob is a pi att.
.. which reminds me of the special on chanel 8 with William and Harry, how he dressed up as a nazi once and got a lot of flak for it.. the part how about not responding to the intrusions of the media -- how it relates to the mean analogy and steelers wheel. clouds to the left.
once i was reading this book of essays by loren eisely and he wrote about fossils and i got all , i don't know--emotional --about the things he wrote about, the amazing things--like how wondrous it all is.
once i wrote a book about spy stuff how i had to run away because a guy who thought he was a fairrow and that i was mean to him once sourrounded me with fibor optics and phone-jacks in this golden rectangle from the mother lode's garage or garrot or carrot or something like that anyway it was all d-famation and biotechy and rusty jointed -- i wrote it toetally trucked on intuition and called it Wild Mustard and Hot Dogs in Boas and peach lip stick.-- so anyway it's an intrigue/windy coastal sort of lit and negation thingy about this fireman who returns to this cliffhanger place every year for twenty yrs... with a lot of unwarrented pain and suffering and a bit of surf board wax and Qtips.... and this poor girl who's not so poor in any regard, but regardless
has suffered greatly under these hot and hotter surcumstances.
Yrs truly,
share your sob story next.
love that wacky previous post.
there is so much work in you, I just bet.
recently, I have had my poetic bubble burst by actual technique. it's such a downer. my punk period had ended. shit. now I'm counting syllables and it's not nearly as much fun. I'd love to see what you are up to. hope all of you are well. XO kk
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