[stacked tales written from across themselves, level, flat, a few meters tall. decades wallpapered and painted, pounded, fled, moved and broken in. yelling and screaming, a whisper of longing, promises of love, exaltation, laughter loud from somewhere over there. sun only at this and that hour, as always. contemplation of the final jump off the roof into the dark, ever bright - dismissed. a life on stories.]
acts of limited intention and ability
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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