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FythAsAChld: when i go to sleep, i'm going to hold a better conversation with you in my head. neither of us will be tired. i'll be charming and witty. you... well... you won't 'heh' and there will be much joy.
FythAsAChld: and in the background, silent sigh by badly drawn boy will play. and there will be ice cream. and blue balloons.
it didn't work, gil. *insert pout here* there was a clown, you see; he snuck in. and, everyone knows clowns are much more entertaining than am i.
my wit could not compete with the clown.
damn the clown!
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i went down down down the road and took some pictures today. it was raining, though. i slipped in the mud and nearly fell. i laughed, because it was funny.
until i can wrangle some time in the dark room, i'll have to tease myself with these digital camera shots. they're awful. and, generally, not very good.
the b&ws i took with my 35mm and zoom lens will be better. it's a manual slr. manuals rock. my digital might rock, too, but the dpi is low, and there's no zoom. and the batteries are dying, but that's not really relevant.
stop yawning!
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i am in love with...
and what kind of god would he be
if the vote of millions in this world could sway him
to change the divine
law of
love
that speaks so clearly with compassion's elegant tongue,
saying, eternally saying:
all are forgiven-moreover, dears,
no one has ever been guilty.
what
kind of god would he be
if he did not count the blinks
of your
eyes
and is in absolute awe of their movements?
what a god--what a god we
have.
--kabir
...yeah.
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sometimes i think that everything tearing me apart is just a distraction. it's really just all about the smell of asphalt roads as it begins to rain, and it's really just all about the way the skin wrinkles at the corners of your eyes when you smile.
i want someone to feel what's breathing inside of me
i want to catch time in a glass jar while we play tag in the light of the streetlamps. i want to put minutes on display.
all i did, though, was listen to the goodbye hidden between rumbles of thunder.
FythAsAChld: and in the background, silent sigh by badly drawn boy will play. and there will be ice cream. and blue balloons.
it didn't work, gil. *insert pout here* there was a clown, you see; he snuck in. and, everyone knows clowns are much more entertaining than am i.
my wit could not compete with the clown.
damn the clown!
==========
i went down down down the road and took some pictures today. it was raining, though. i slipped in the mud and nearly fell. i laughed, because it was funny.
until i can wrangle some time in the dark room, i'll have to tease myself with these digital camera shots. they're awful. and, generally, not very good.
the b&ws i took with my 35mm and zoom lens will be better. it's a manual slr. manuals rock. my digital might rock, too, but the dpi is low, and there's no zoom. and the batteries are dying, but that's not really relevant.
stop yawning!
==========
i am in love with...
and what kind of god would he be
if the vote of millions in this world could sway him
to change the divine
law of
love
that speaks so clearly with compassion's elegant tongue,
saying, eternally saying:
all are forgiven-moreover, dears,
no one has ever been guilty.
what
kind of god would he be
if he did not count the blinks
of your
eyes
and is in absolute awe of their movements?
what a god--what a god we
have.
--kabir
...yeah.
==========
sometimes i think that everything tearing me apart is just a distraction. it's really just all about the smell of asphalt roads as it begins to rain, and it's really just all about the way the skin wrinkles at the corners of your eyes when you smile.
i want someone to feel what's breathing inside of me
i want to catch time in a glass jar while we play tag in the light of the streetlamps. i want to put minutes on display.
all i did, though, was listen to the goodbye hidden between rumbles of thunder.