Feb 01, 2007 22:54
Aujourd'hui i am very tired and sore but always wanting more: snow spice something seething vice
il y a deux ans of empty hands and vertical dance
je crois
je crois je crois..
just want MORE instead of
sifting sand on a beach stretching my limbs like i could reach somewhere
where everything sticks to flesh
like cold windows and stale smoke
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You caught me talking/writing nonsense(*). Another try?
Start, I know you have the power to be one day who you really want to be.
The three days are kind of over and I wonder if you cleared/closed/lost your head and how you are doing now?
(*)Please ignore, talking to myself:
However, after thinking about it I have the strong feeling that this phrase shouldn't exist at all as nothing in this universe (including the universe itself because even if it shrinks again to a singularity and does another big bang there ought to be some specific ripples left in the empty space from its previous expanded time dimension which surely differ from those in the previous empty space) can 'start again' from the exact same previous conditions and it therefore is always a 'continue', never a 'start again'. Mr. Spock would never use it.
If it's true that "we can do what we will, but we cannot will what we will; only grace can change the nature of our desires" would it be even worth to try to fulfill our dreams in a way this Kiwi does?
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- and with white I really hope you mean white clothes (being now aware of your pleasure in playing with words and meanings my fantasy is strangely alerted)
Thanks for ping-ponging, I do enjoy it.
But the questions remain into a for you hopefully peaceful weekend.
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