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i suppose the main reason for all this is to listen. to listen listen , open both your eyes wide and then even the taste flecks on your tongue listen. & if you do that, then you're free. you're really free, like a float in a park. and yes / think about it.
someone is talking to you, over a cup of iced tea. the jug is between you, creating that metaphysical barrier. already. now they talk. you listen. if you really really really listen, they know it. don't just cliché it, and wait for your turn to speak.
listen
open your hands, so that
they can see your palms
waiting, wide and curious.
okay. now back to me ; because. now you have to practice listening. listen, sarah,i miss you baby. keep writing okay. i really need to see the flow. as for the life-span, all the people's faces start to look the same and faded (like my blue, bleau 3/4 sleeved top) after a twelve-hour shift at the crazee-people show. I want kittens and lola's and little ring-a-ling bells curving to the sound of my voice. & to live in montreal. shouldn't you do? and how do you do!
(&, so the way that the tutor walks into the first life-drawing class of the semester, flings a look around and then her eyes settle on me.
"Hello, you are the model?")
someone is talking to you, over a cup of iced tea. the jug is between you, creating that metaphysical barrier. already. now they talk. you listen. if you really really really listen, they know it. don't just cliché it, and wait for your turn to speak.
listen
open your hands, so that
they can see your palms
waiting, wide and curious.
okay. now back to me ; because. now you have to practice listening. listen, sarah,i miss you baby. keep writing okay. i really need to see the flow. as for the life-span, all the people's faces start to look the same and faded (like my blue, bleau 3/4 sleeved top) after a twelve-hour shift at the crazee-people show. I want kittens and lola's and little ring-a-ling bells curving to the sound of my voice. & to live in montreal. shouldn't you do? and how do you do!
(&, so the way that the tutor walks into the first life-drawing class of the semester, flings a look around and then her eyes settle on me.
"Hello, you are the model?")