the presence of all colors
"Rudy Doesn't Have My Vote Guliani". The inverviewee laughed through the radio speakers. What, he was asked, did he think of Rudy's rooting for the Red Sox in the world series? The chewed up stretch of the Expressway jostled the old Nissan through the broadcast, tuned in specifically for the traffic report. Inevitably we must sort through non-news, picked up by media outlets for what is suspected policitcal reasons.
The opposite of green is yellow. The presence of all colors white. Delicious information spewed by the woman from Kansas at the front of the little hotel conference room. A nun quickly scribbed on her workbook. Gum snap in the back. The opposite of Red is Blue. 8 hours later, the women stopped talking, and the audience was free to leave with new materials and cranial sutures bursting from the swell of knowledge. Pixels and pallettes. How refreshingly non-political.
The opposite of pro is con. All edges blurred by a storm, the ride home brought an opposite newscast. The mob wanted to kill him, that ex mayor Guliani, back when he was a prosecutor, and now this evening he is a hero again, as the media picks up this news release of suspiciously policitcal timing.
The car door slams, the sneakers squeak up the stairwell, and one more door will shut out that existence until dawn while sealing in soft steps, waves of cinomman from the oven, soft blankets, and safety.
The opposite of green is yellow. The presence of all colors white. Delicious information spewed by the woman from Kansas at the front of the little hotel conference room. A nun quickly scribbed on her workbook. Gum snap in the back. The opposite of Red is Blue. 8 hours later, the women stopped talking, and the audience was free to leave with new materials and cranial sutures bursting from the swell of knowledge. Pixels and pallettes. How refreshingly non-political.
The opposite of pro is con. All edges blurred by a storm, the ride home brought an opposite newscast. The mob wanted to kill him, that ex mayor Guliani, back when he was a prosecutor, and now this evening he is a hero again, as the media picks up this news release of suspiciously policitcal timing.
The car door slams, the sneakers squeak up the stairwell, and one more door will shut out that existence until dawn while sealing in soft steps, waves of cinomman from the oven, soft blankets, and safety.