Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no
check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Monday, May 3, 2010 @ 7:48 AM
engulfed with this dainty hierarchy.
oh my dear, I think of you.
pyramids write our
story. so apt, so particular and so
accurate, sometimes I wish to applaud, to
create a celebration of how we should be laughing
hark! the deep blue yonder
the bellythroat laugh is reverberating
dum.duum.doom.
the yellowskins: a knife splitting something into two